The surprise about Magic is the calibre of some of the names attached including a then unknown Anthony Hopkins as Corky and director Richard Attenborough. The script comes from William Goldman, one of Hollywoods most celebrated screenwriters, author of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969), All the Presidents Men (1976) and Marathon Man (1976), among many others. (William Goldmans other genre credits are listed below). With Magic, Goldman adapts his own 1976 novel.
Not many people seem to like Magic I seem to be the sole voice of dissent. (Although, it does seem to have been slowly rediscovered in recent years). William Goldmans scripting is tightly wound. In fact, I would go so far as to say that the film generally works better than the book did its enactment by actors and a director makes the over-familiarity the story had on the page come to life. On the minus side, all the supernatural overtones have been excised in the film, which leaves Corkys run from the medical exam making no real sense. Fatss nature is also less ambiguous and more clearly just Corkys split personality.
But what makes Magic work is the tension that Richard Attenborough generates. Every shot comes exactingly planned and the film edited with a razor-edge precision. Some scenes like when Burgess Meredith forces Anthony Hopkins to sit for five minutes without breaking out into Fatss voice have a creepy hysterical edginess as Attenboroughs camera constantly wanders back to the dummy sinisterly looming in the background as Corky breaks. Or where Attenborough whips through a series of meticulous low-angle cuts during Anthony Hopkinss verbal bludgeoning of Ann-Margret in the psychic card-trick. And there are some marvellous scenarios that would make Hitchcock go green with envy an attempt to dump a body in a lake with the supposedly dead person regaining consciousness in the water, and a beautifully edgy sequence where a fishing trip nearly becomes a discovery of the body. In fact, Richard Attenboroughs amazing display of directorial prowess here are a surprise when compared up against the message-heavy bombast of his other award-celebrated films such as Gandhi (1982), Cry Freedom (1987), Chaplin (1992) and Shadowlands (1994).
Anthony Hopkins, several years before his acclaim as one of the great actors of his generation, gives a monochromatic performance and tends to keep the characters psychotics wound up at an unnatural high throughout. But there are far better performances elsewhere from Ann-Margret who invests her role with a considerable sparkle. Particularly good is the great and underrated Burgess Meredith whose sharp and alert Hollywood agent is a real plum of a performance. Jerry Goldsmith also adds a fine nervy carnivalesque score.
William Goldman has written a surprising number of other genre films, including the adaptation of Ira Levins The Stepford Wives (1975), the sublime fairytale parody The Princess Bride (1987) (also from his own novel), the adaptation of Stephen Kings Misery (1990), John Carpenters Memoirs of an Invisible Man (1992) and two further King adaptations Hearts in Atlantis (2001) and Dreamcatcher (2003). The serial killer comedy No Way to Treat a Lady (1968) was also adapted from Goldmans own book.
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