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If you allow yourself the opportunity to suspend disbelief, the Busan International Magic Festival is the place to visit.  The eight or so acts from all over the world - although I noticed that both Australia and South America were not represented -  had something for everyone.  Card tricks, explosions, and the requisite dove appearing from a beautiful cape were present, but more importantly was the opportunity to see so many cultures represented enjoying the same type of activity.  Whether it was the oh so cool Slovenian with the zoot suit wowing the English speakers with the Sting song Shape of My Heart, pulling each card out as the lyrics were sung, or the oily smooth American with card trick after card trick, or the Frenchman shifting between foolish and powerfuljuggling, laughing, dancing, each performer's schtick presented the same wow with a different angle.  Hands down, the best act was the Korean man performing the Chinese mask dance in which he leaped and swirled and as you were caught up in the beauty of the movement, the magic of a new mask would suddenly appear to the oohs and aahs of the crowd.  That was worth the price of admission.  The only complaint?  The show closed almost as soon as it opened.