There is a little too much suspension of disbelief asked for in this slicker than snot heat and light fiasco featuring four snotty lads (yeah, I know ones a helium voiced young lady but they are known as the four horsemen) in this fantasy caper film celebrating smugness. It gets tiresome fast.

Four illusionists hook up to pull off one daydream moronic wild goose chase as they go from Vegas to The Big Easy make a statement for the people before going on to New York City for the grand finale. Did I mention the side trip to Paris? Meanwhile they are dogged by a bullheaded irrational cop in need of a shave. There's also some French pastry, slender and pouting, along for the ride.

Jesse Eisenberg leads a cast of smart ass punks who easily outwit the NYPD and FBI performing magic all over town such as creating a rollover on the Washington Bridge packed with traffic and no one getting killed or I believe injured. Amazing. I realize you have to concede something inside a dream palace but this is not worth it. It's nothing but a slick con game trying to blind you by its light of insipid jump cutting and monotonous merry go round panning theatrics in an attempt to give the en masse cast of bores (Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine just need walkers) charisma. Not an ounce.