Directed by: Woody Allen
Starring: Owen Wilson, Rachel McAdams, Kathy Bates
I’m not a fan of Woody Allen, nor do I normally like movies about writers (they’re generally obnoxious and self-serving), but I actually quite enjoyed Midnight in Paris. It’s not going to win Best Picture, but I think it has a pretty good chance at Best Original Screenplay.
Owen Wilson is a hack Hollywod writer who’s visiting Paris with his fiancee in hopes of inspiration for his first novel. When he goes on a walk alone one night, he finds himself in the company of literary and artistic legends from the 20’s, like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and Salvador Dali. During these midnight visits to the past, Wilson becomes attracted to a different girl, and though she’s probably just a figment of his imagination, it makes him realizes that his current relationship (with the ridiculously hot Rachel McAdams) isn’t what he wants.
It’s an interesting concept, and it’s presented really naturally, which is weird for being as science fictioney as it is. The characters feel very realistic, and not a line is spoken that isn’t important to the overall story in some way. A very tightly-written film. I think my biggest problem with it was that the entire thing was just yellow. Extremely boring cinematography, like something you’d expect out of a Matrix sequel, only nobody is jumping around like a spaz wearing big coats. I’d recommend it.