Now You See Me 2

Now you don't.

As sequels go this one should never have arrived. Why? You don't ask a magician how he does it. You sit there in a state of amazement and the noise coming out of your mouth sounds like WOoooW!

Not any more. Now You See Me, the original bafflemeister of a movie, was difficult to follow and even harder to believe. A bunch of con artists, calling themselves The Four Horsemen, make David Copperfield, the illusionist not the novel, look like a ballroom conjurer. Their shows are massive. What they achieve is mind bending. Girls swoon; boys leap in the air.

The cinema audience think, OK, you can do anything with CGI these days, where's the plot? It is connected to bank robberies and stealing from rich City swine. Robin Hood style? Easy oisey! That's pushing it.

Maybe. Pushing for a sequel? In Hollywood if something makes money repetition is the next step on the road to Smiley Town. Now 2, the follow up to the finish up, is twice as baffling and impossible to understand unless you have checked out Now 1 on a DVD the night before.

Same team, except Lizzy Caplan fills in for Isla Fisher. Any attempt to explain the detailed confusion of the storyline will cause brain damage. Suffice to say that special effects are well represented and acting prowess irrelevant, which is a waste when you look at the cast.

Good films leave imprints on the memory. Bad films leave a hollow space. Sometimes these hollow spaces are filled with the residue of laughter and tears. Not here. What is left is silence.