The Illusionist, with its fading stars and parting of ways, is a sad tale, but not unfairly so. It is neither a tragedy nor, strictly speaking, an elegy. Rather, it pays witness to the inescapable fact that necessity is the parent of change, sometimes for good, sometimes for bad, and sometimes because that’s the way things have to be. It is a tale of growing up and letting go, two things that are never easy. Although the nostalgia arguably comes with an overly thick layer of dust, The Illusionist remains a moving, human story told through superlative animation.
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L’Illusioniste: The Persistence of Nostalgia : THE FRONT PAGE ONLINE
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