Feb. 16th, 2011

starlady: Carl's house floating above the fields (always an adventure)
The Illusionist. Dir. Sylvain Chomet, 2010.

This is one of those movies that makes me feel out of step with the rest of the world.

I knew nothing about this movie other than that it was directed by the same person who did The Triplets of Belleville, which was an amazing, amazing movie, so I went to see it thinking that I would get…well, as [personal profile] oyceter said to me, it's not like Triplets had much plot, but to my mind, it did have a coherent, enjoyable story or premise, at least, whereas I spent the entire length of The Illusionist waiting for the movie to do things it had no interest, in the end, in doing.

The script was originally written by French comic Jacques Tati (whoever he was) for his daughter (which one is a matter of debate), and was adapted by Chomet; in the event, it follows a down-on-his-luck illusionist, Tatischeff, as the exigencies of his trade in the 1950s force him from Paris across the Channel around Britain to the furthest extremes of the Scottish Highlands. While there he meets a young girl, Alice, who brazenly decides to accompany him to Edinburgh when he leaves because, for whatever reason, while he stayed in the village he bought her a new pair of shoes.

Spoilers )

But everyone else apparently loved it, so maybe I am just a joyless curmudgeon.