Ildikó Enyedi
Simon Mágus

It is the misunderstanding of identifying the illusionist with the esotericist, where a concrete disappearance ultimately manifests with the shared dismay of the Hungarian "colleague" who, clinging to the egoic pipes of sensationalistic success, tried to convince our hero to backtrack in monetizing magic.

It is clear that nothing is done for free, but the credit earned goes beyond ephemeral bank accounts where we remember that Christ-like maxim of the camel, the eye of the needle, the rich man, the Kingdom of Heaven. And the ointment of the passage between here and there always remains love, and the protagonist knows very well that you don't have to look for it: it arrives at the right moment, at the moment it must arrive.

And God's inscrutable designs become slightly readable when your essence osmoses with the Eternal, and the transcendental work of lives and lives produces that sedimentation of stardust. And in the grace of God, everything happens impersonally, we are no longer conditioned by monotheistic guilts imposed on us, and we consciously call the "good news" the energy of love that puts us back in line with the harmony of this universe.

And there it is, the magic of this Simone, to refuse the vanity of the heresy of being able to rise again three days after burial, simulating a divine contest by entombing his already mystic reflection, and abandoning the challenge by surrendering to Love, with a disappearance that embraces the faith of "everything happens."

But the decadent air wanders Péter Andorai, the leading actor, makes us feel it throughout the film. The awareness of a fellowship of alms with the unnumbered card of the tarot ensures that every situation he intervenes in becomes a small miracle. There is light, the humility of feelings is felt, the unity of everything is perceived, King and Beggar are the same thing, worries dissolve, difficulties are resolved with a smile, external frenzies are calmed with silence.

Ildikó Enyedi, the director, draws a tale cloaked in ancient solitude, detached, dark, transversal, implausible romance... like life.
And the looks of compassion ignite mercy towards ourselves when failure makes us die only to, however, rise again: "There's nothing, upon reflection, that induces a desire to be first in a race" (F. Kafka).