Greetings fellow cinefiles,
Locating good films after the oscars is as usual extremely difficult. Since February at the Multiplex and independent theatres combined there has been a Mojave desert. Meek's Cutoff was an exception, but nothing like Woody Allen's latest. I have always considered myself a Woody Allen fan. Films like Annie Hall, The Purple Rose of Cairo, Broadway Danny Rose, are classics. The list could go on and all of these films take place in New York. With the exception of Whatever Works in the last decade Allen has chosen Europe as his new arena. London was utilized for Scoop, Cassandra's Dream, Match Point, and You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger. Barcelona was of course used for Vicky Cristina Barcelona. I enjoyed these films, but none of them struck me quite like his latest.{spoiler alert}
Midnight in Paris is the kind of movie that leaves me thinking about it days later and makes it okay if Allen dies tomorrow because the film in one word is "magic". The opening montage of Paris is beautiful and is like a short film in it of itself. Owen Wilson walks Paris at night where at the stroke of midnight he gets to jump into a car packed with friends from another era. The era is the 1920's and Wilson gets to rub shoulders with icons Hemingway, Dali, Stein, Fitzgerald, Man Ray, Bunuel, Dali and the beautiful flapper Cotillard. These characters and exchanges are fantastic. When Wilson drops back to reality he stays in Paris and walks in rain with a woman who shares his love of Cole Porter. A person's love of the past and reality come together.
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