Midnight In Paris, the latest from Woody Allen, is loveable, clever, and refreshing. If you’re looking for subtlety, turn around and walk the other way. It’s so fantastical, it could have been an illustrated storybook. But then we wouldn’t have such glorious shots of Paris, which he treats with the same love and tenderness as he does New York.
Owen Wilson is an apt Woody Allen-character incarnation. He plays a wanderlusting, nostalgic writer who’s tying lose ends in his script about a nostalgia shop owner. He and his fiancée (played by Rachel McAdams) are tagging along with her parents on a business trip to Paris. What follows are Wilson’s time travel adventures in the 1920s, the time his Lost Generation heroes roamed the same Paris streets he does.
We feel both the slippery slope of a life ruled by longing for the past while delightfully indulging in it for just a while. In a time when even young adults can catch themselves doing the old man fist shake, Allen’s ideas are, ironically, timely. I walked out of the theater joyful, reflective, a little less cynical. Cheers, Woody.
Midnight In Paris is now playing all over New York
Running time: 94 mins
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