Yep.  I was hoping for a fun romp about what stage magicians can (and can't) do.  I was disappointed.  Repeatedly.

To recycle Mike's comment about Prometheus (I think?): if a movie about football got everything as wrong as this movie does about stage magic, "football" would be played on skates with bats.

PS And I didn't think the ending could possibly disappoint me even further... but it did.  Kind of an achievement, that.

Was it Batman Returns where Mike admitted he'd do Michelle Pfeiffer if it was the only way to get back to his own time?   I think that's one of my all-time faves.

ohhhhh, right.  The Thai hooker with Down's Syndrome, according to Cloe's description.   Good times.

Sounds like an opportunity for a secondary donation scheme, like pledging when people run marathons and stuff.  For every contiguous hour Mike stays at his post, you pledge x dollars...

They accept them, they just don't do anything with them except inform the sender that cable isn't their jurisdiction.

Can't wait for the sequel!