The latest film revolves around Sophie, a beautiful spirit who always tries to join the upper class. On the other hand, Stanley, one of the experienced nobles, is looking to expose Sophie. In the end, it will be alright when her magic has been conquered and things have changed completely.
Largely thanks to the intoxicating scenery and the gorgeous natural-light cinematography, "Magic in the Moonlight" does weave its a spell, resurrecting the spirit of sturdier and more inventive movies by the same conjurer.
In the Roaring Twenties, séances and swindling mediums were rampant, and their debunking, by magician Harry Houdini, was an event of interest. This is a fun movie about that.
Woody Allen devotees might appreciate the piece as a fleeting glimpse into the bizarre personal life of its creator, but mainstream audiences should pay no mind.
Of course Firth and Stone are both undeniably charming, and Allen is a master of sumptuous settings. But when it comes time for the film's budding central relationship to bloom, audiences tired of Allen's schtick will be left cold.
No kind of chemistry between the two ever arises, making their eventual romance, arrived at through pages of halting dialogue, feel particularly awkward.
