Ah, Woody Allen. He came up with the premise of Futurama in 1972 with Sleepers. He re-invented the romantic comedy with Annie Hall in 1977. And now he makes his return to form with Midnight in Paris, the funniest film of 2011.
It’s helped in no small part by its perfect casting. Owen Wilson adds depth and charm to the “American tourist in Europe” archetype. Rachel McAdams is his beautiful fiancée and Michael Sheen is her smug, pedantic old flame. McAdams’ parents are delightfully waspish and acerbic. It comes together to make a memorable cast… well, half of one anyway.
I don’t want to spoil this film’s secret. The trailers did a great job of concealing the magic of what happens when the clock strikes midnight. I will say that its central question is one I’ve asked myself many times. Allen masterfully captures the essence of the city. If you’ve been to Paris you’ll be familiar with many of the sights, but others will take you by surprise. Trust me.
Midnight in Paris is like a crème brûlée. Under its hard outer coat, it houses a sweet, satisfying treat. It’s an endearing film that will stay in your memory for months afterwards. But don’t take my word for it. Take in the beauty of the City of Light yourself. Just don’t read up on it beforehand.
All righty then. Come back tomorrow for something a little more wholesome. It’ll be #3, winner of the “Best Film whose Opening and Closing Scenes were Completely Improvised” award.
Corzies 
Leave a comment