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

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

There’s something slightly frustrating (and yet comforting at the same time) about a filmmaker who refuses to change. But when Woody Allen’s old time font shows up on the screen at the beginning of the film, I know that I’ll be taken care of for the next two hours. Vicky Christina Barcelona is no different. And it’s one of Allen’s best. A European friend of mine once told me that if I watched an Almodovar film, even... Read More