There are films that are weird, like David Lynch weird, where their main intention seems to be to scare the shit out of the audience by distorting its sense of reality. In order to be successful in achieving the true weirdness, one that would be both thought-provoking and fucking scary, one needs to consequently lead to mislead its public. It’s a complex process and both the filmmaker and the viewer have to be equally involved in co-creating it. The weirdness comes from the collaborations of minds, but in order for it to even start, the filmmaker needs to tease the viewer by providing them with a plot that makes sense. Once the plot is revealed, it is up to the viewer to bring the jigsaw together, which simountaneously the filmmaker shatters all over the room. But the result is always successful.
Unless! Unless someone decides to skip all these steps and instead release a film solely based on the idea of weirdness for weirdness’ sake. This is how you make Magic Magic.
Oh my God, there are no words to describe how stupid Magic Magic is. It goes from nowhere to nothing and it just shits all over its audience’s brain by pretending to have twists (which are definitely surprising simply because they are so out-of-place that noone could possibly predict them) and a story (which is not a story, because the characters are non-existent and unnecessary and the whole outline must had been written by a horse). Magic Magic doesn’t respect its audience and even a weak attempt of acting (which is still stronger than the director’s attempt to make this film work) from Michael Cera doesn’t save it.
There’s not much that can be said about. It tells a story (already an overstatement) of a girl who goes to South America (ghosts, voodoo, you guess it- it will get cliche all the way) to visit her cousin and meet her friends. The cousin, Emily Browning, whose purpose in this film is to look like herself, can’t go to a trip she invite Alicia to and so Alicia has to spend the next however long with the cousin’s crazy friends. And now, I have no fucking idea what’s happening. Emily Browning’s friends are kind of psycho, kind of sadistic, kind of stupid. They are definitely neither of those in full, but there are bits and pieces of some sort of horror layout going on behind all this. Alicia is clearly not welcomed and of course not being able to catch a signal with her phone doesn’t help either. Finally, Browning returns but not to save her. Alicia goes ape-shit and everyone ignores it. And then (spoiler) she dies. The end.
Ok, maybe it’s not as straightforward as that. Before we get to the major events (ape-shitness, death), we have to travel through the road untravelled before: The Random Road. From cheap scares to creepy mirrors, Magic Magic has its all. And why is it called Magic Magic? If the reason really lies in the last scene, I want to say one thing: Fuck You, Silva (I must say that no matter how much I hated Magic Magic, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to see other films by this director; the titles are fascinating: Old Cats sounds like my type of a film).
Magic Magic is my nightmare. I would rather eat my own hand than see it again. So here you are. Should you see it? Your own responsibility.