|Title:||Midnight in Paris|
|08.10.13||Netflix|| For anyone taken with romantic notions of nostalgia, a group in which I very much include myself, this movie finds that nerve and grabs it and indulges it with every pleasant sensation for 90 minutes. It's unbelievable how fantastic the scenes of fantasy fulfillment are, even if the message at the end is that such things are pointless. Still it's a pleasure I'm sure Woody Allen is guilty of wallowing in just as I am but he has the skill to present his Paris in the 20s stocked with artists and parties and boulevards in the most perfect way.|
This is a really great movie. I love pretty much everything about it. I love where attention is paid and where Allen averts his gaze and chooses not to spend any time dwelling on logic. Really the only thing that doesn't ring perfect for me is Rachel McAdams' character; she seems a bit one-note to me and I could've used just a moment of sympathy... but really this movie's not about their relationship it's about Paris so it's really fine I guess.
And you know... generally... I love that Woody Allen is still working, still pushing out pictures. And every 5 or 10 years he makes one that really resonates and gets a lot of attention and then the next few will go unnoticed but it's really remarkable that he's had that much output in such a consistent manner. This was really great. I loved it.
A special note about the Surrealist conversation. How perfect was that. Sometimes Adrian Brody grates against me but I loved him here.