Set in London at the turn of the century, this film about two competing magicians has a dark, intense feel to it (much like its movie poster). At its best it’s intriguing, as these two masters of the art of prestidigitation vie to one-up one another, interrupting each other’s performances.

But it gets to be a chore. There are about fourteen narrative threads and the movie purposefully keeps us guessing. And with everything going on, it ends up collapsing under its own weight. It’s a relief when it finally ends.

I had to come home and watch a little CNN just to relax. You could probably get the same effect by breathing into a paper bag, rapidly, and spinning around aimlessly for several seconds. (But please, be very careful with the paper bag.)

By the way, I’m happy I could use the word “prestidigitation” in a sentence. That’s a great feeling. It’s a really big word — truly a 25-center. I feel very proud of myself. The word, as you know, means “slight of hand.” But why use a term everyone knows when you can use an elaborate Latinate and impress all and sundry?