Magic in the Moonlight was tedious, but cute. In the beautiful landscape of France, a very astute man is called upon to determine the legitimacy of a young female physic. The movie paints a romance born out of deception.
From an artistic standpoint, everything about this film was gorgeous, but it wasn’t memorable. I feel like this movie is suited for a sunny afternoon with a cup of tea and a few scones. To picture oneself in the countryside in France; now wouldn’t that be lovely?