Midnight in Paris 2011
Directed and written by Woody Allen
Woody’s patented dreck masquerading as fantasy romance borrows from Mark Twain for one, to have a Woody doppelgänger in Owen Wilson live out Allen’s literary aspirations in time travel to the twenties but the dismal parody of the period’s artistic celebs falls flat on its tush and quickly becomes squirmable and all the sepia postcard shots of Paris can’t compensate for the flat lined quality of the performances and dialogue.A steaming plate of chozzerai.
In the salon of Ms Stein, don’t ya know. To cleanse the palate let me recommend Julie Delpy’s 2 Days In Paris for razor sharp dialogue.