The Illusionist

Who wouldn't like to indulge themselves in a fairy tale once in a while? Or let the eyes breathe upon the vastness of the countryside, the solitude of the single hut, the lined firs, the arches of stone, the hooves kicking up sand, the golden yellow light shining upon arms of the mist, the evening lamps blinking and dissolving like the world through teary eyes? Who wouldn't like to feast their ears upon the hum of a thousand violins? Who wouldn't for a while, willingly be disillusioned by The Illusionist?

A well made movie. Simple. And yet.