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Woody AllenScénario:
Woody AllenPhotographie:
Darius KhondjiActeurs·trices:
Colin Firth, Emma Stone, Antonia Clarke, Simon McBurney, Ute Lemper, Catherine McCormack, Eileen Atkins, Erica Leerhsen, Jeremy Shamos (plus)VOD (4)
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Le prestidigitateur chinois Wei Ling Soo est le plus célèbre magicien de son époque, mais rares sont ceux à savoir qu'il s'agit en réalité du nom de scène de Stanley Crawford : cet Anglais arrogant et grognon ne supporte pas les soi-disant médiums qui prétendent prédire l'avenir. Se laissant convaincre par son fidèle ami Howard Burkan, Stanley se rend chez les Catledge qui possèdent une somptueuse propriété sur la Côte d'Azur et se fait passer pour un homme d'affaires, du nom de Stanley Taplinger, dans le but de démasquer la jeune et ravissante Sophie Baker, une prétendue médium, qui y séjourne avec sa mère. (Mars Distribution)
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Critiques (8)
Un tour parfait à la manière d'Allen. Cependant, cette fois, Woody ne rentrent pas suffisamment dans la profondeur des personnages pour que ça fonctionne entre eux. La complicité entre Firth et Stone fonctionne parfaitement dans une seule scène (l'observatoire) et ne fonctionne pas du tout dans le dernier quart du film (après le point culminant). Ces deux-là sont incompatibles par nature. Si Woody avait joué lui-même le personnage rationnel et sec, au moins le film ne feindrait pas l'irréalité, ne chercherait pas un objectif romantique impossible à atteindre et serait une pure comédie joyeuse. Trois étoiles si je suis gentil.
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Voici quelques chiffres et faits intéressants concernant Magic in the Moonlight. Il s’agit de ma 3000e évaluation sur FilmBooster, cette évaluation est actuellement la toute première pour ce film sur FilmBooster, il s’agit d’une projection FilmBooster au cinéma Lucerna et du énième film de Woody Allen que je regarde. Ça me fait plaisir de voir qu’une évaluation aussi ronde coïncide justement avec une création de ce cher Woody, mon réalisateur préféré. Par contre, ici, il n’est que légèrement au-dessus de son niveau standard. Et il est revenu cette fois sur la thématique des fantômes, du charlatanisme et de la supercherie. Dans cette catégorie, c’est pour moi l’excellent Scoop qui rafle incontestablement la mise. Cela dit, en tant que comédie de conversation comportant quelques brillants dialogues, Magic in the Moonlight fait très fort.
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There were times when I looked forward to every premiere of Woody's films and didn't hesitate to sacrifice money and time for a visit to the movie theater. Those times are gone. Watching his films has started unpleasantly resembling routine checking off items on a list. He has nothing to surprise with and doesn't even attempt to. This is the second time he has used the setting of a cabaret magic show as a starting point, but The Curse of the Jade Scorpion seemed fresher and funnier to me, and it was made more for the viewer than for the indulgence of Woody's own ego. The beginning of the film looks promising. Colin Firth deservedly grabs attention and the role suits him. Emma Stone, if nothing else, is at least unique and the film somewhat works comedically until the revelation of the mystification. However, as the minutes pass, the film seems to get stuck, loses its charm, and becomes tiresome. It would be better if it had self-irony, a sense of reality, and the willingness to go beyond the threshold of emotional pain and informed sadness. The ending moves the film towards banality, one can hardly understand Sophie's choice of life partner. Woody succumbed to elderly vanity and I understand those comments that mention the word snob. Considering his previous merits, I will still give the film a weak 3 stars. In Magic in the Moonlight, a piece of Woody's life philosophy appears, partly taking inspiration from Oscar Wilde's legacy, but it's far from being one of his peak films. Overall impression: 50%.
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This review contains spoilers. I did not expect a lot of originality from the 78-year-old director’s forty-fifth film. Unfortunately, Woody Allen does even make an attempt at originality here and only dusts off previously used motifs: an older man in love with a younger woman (Manhattan, Whatever Works), communication with the dead (Alice), the importance of self-deception and faith in illusions (The Purple Rose of Cairo), and magicians, illusionists and hucksters (The Curse of the Jade Scorpion, Scoop). The initial premise would well serve one of Allen’s literary stories, but in a feature-length film, it runs out of steam after the first half-hour. Instead of further developing the plot, the next thirty-plus minutes are spent watching two or more people driving slowly or carrying on a static dialogue about death, God and love beyond the grave. Due to the poorly motivated final twist (which doesn’t explain how Catledge was involved in the whole game), the film is not only misanthropic, but also misogynistic. The complaining and caustic – though thanks to Firth, also charming – boor is given the truth so that he can remain who he is. Conversely, we have no reason to admire his victim, whom he spends a large part of the film trying to prove is a liar (a parallel with Allen’s personal life?). A young and naïve con-woman suddenly appears before us and she incomprehensibly submits to the malicious aging cynic rather than to the young, virile and wealthy ukulele player (judging from the rising popularity of that instrument, I’m guessing that Allen is using Brice as a means of mocking today’s youth and passing fads). The only explanation for her decision in the final scene is Allen’s wish for things to be just like this, for beautiful “manic pixie dream girls” to submit to intolerably sarcastic intellectuals who refuse to change their behaviour in any way. It seems that Sophie’s only reward for helping Stanley to get his second wind is a daily reminder of her intellectual inferiority. Other than a few jokes, whose punchlines Allen’s fans will see coming from a mile away, and two irresistible actors, this defence of love between an older man and a significantly younger woman offers nothing more than a sophisticated visual aspect. However, the fact that the often audaciously long shots of the French Riviera and elegantly dressed actors were captured on wide-screen 35 mm film loses significance in cinemas with digital projectors, i.e. the vast majority of them. Appendix: Immediately after the screening, I felt this was worthy of two stars. This evening, however, I saw Menzel’s The Don Juans and realised that an old man being in love with his own ego can take a far more monstrous form. 55%
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The equivalent of a garden party clown you know exactly what to expect from. Nothing miraculous, but solidly performed craft where you know and can see through every magic trick, but that’s also what you are expecting from it and that’s what you are getting. But with Woody Allen you might expect him to pull something of Copperfield-type dimensions out of the hat after all and not to satisfy himself with something cute and trivial. Maybe in the next show.
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