Subtle material deeply rooted in a specific historical milieu is shoe horned awkwardly into a feature-film format, when it would probably be better-served by a novel or a miniseries. The year is 1917: WWI is raging and new technologies are
shaping a future that will wipe away the last vestiges of 19th-century certainties. Peter Pan
and American illusionist Harry Houdini (Harvey Keitel), outspoken debunker of fake mediums and supernatural hooey, are playing to packed London theaters. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Peter O'Toole) --
creator of quintessential rationalist Sherlock Holmes -- is dabbling publicly in spiritualism. And two young cousins, 8-year-old France...