Midnight in Paris

Woody Allen’s wild embracing of cities that are not New York City works for him very well. With his latest film Midnight in Paris, he has written a love poem to Paris that verges on pornography for francophiles. Or, more specifically, those with a healthy adoration of The City of Love. ¬†Somehow, Allen manages to capture the enchanting city, its art, its je ne sais quoi… in all its glory. Romantic seems to not accurately describe Midnight... Read More