Bronwen enjoyed this weak melodrama, a costume period piece about an illusionist (Edward Norton) in fin de siècle Vienna. I found myself less enamored of it. In love (of course it’s mutual) with a duchess about to be betrothed to the Crown Prince, he plots a way to free her from his clutches. The plot is both interesting, convoluted, and, of course, totally, utterly unbelievable at the end. It crashes from its own weight of time and space. Paul Giammati as the Chief Detective used by both the prince and the illusionist is good, although everybody is trying a bit too hard. If you’ve got a choice of a better one, you can skip this, I’m afraid, even though I have to admit I liked it more last night than I do this morning