By Jessica DeJesus The magic filled streets of Coney Island date back to the 18th century, when one of the world’s greatest escape artists, Harry Houdini himself, performed small tricks on the infamous boardwalk. The crowds would be in awe of the shows such an inspiring performer would put on.

Val Kilmer is standing on the stage of the Clay Theater and his microphone won’t work. He slumps over, hanging his arms, the classic representation of comical dejection. From the packed house comes a feminine voice, shouting: “I’m your huckleberry!” Without missing a beat, Kilmer mimes and mouths back: “No,