Midnight in Paris – 7.8

When a movie has a simple message to deliver, it can do a lot worse than getting Owen Wilson to deliver it. Moreover, he was the best Woody Allen-character surrogate I can remember, channeling Woody’s physical moves and intonations without the harsh edge or credulity strain when beautiful women fall for him. That simple message and Screenwriting 101 plot were simply the armature for Woody’s paean to Paris and, more particularly, Paris in the ’20s. Every line in Gil Pender’s fantasy world was an inside joke, not all of which I got (Djuna Barnes??). And what was that fantasy world but Woody’s literary answer to Inception, clinched by the presence of Marion Cotillard, playing a far more suitable role and playing it brilliantly. Not a major movie by any measure, but for someone who still churns out a flick a year (at age 75), it was a happy evening at the cinema.

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