Upon the recommendation of my movie-junkie brother, I watched my second Woody Allen movie (the first was Match Point). Allen's movies are not really my type - dragging, most of the time entailing scrutiny, and having to listen intently to the dialogue, if not “reading" it (subtitles). But Midnight in Paris ain’t bad. And the more [what my brother calls] “the big idea” of this movie is being discussed in blogs, radio or between me and him, I'd say I really really like it =]
I couldn’t coin it any better than The Good Dystopian:
A poignant message in an artistic form by a creative writer and genius that is Woody Allen. Live in the present. Embrace it. Daydream a little.
I couldn’t coin it any better than The Good Dystopian:
That's the beauty of Allen's latest heartwarming installment to his extended love affair with Europe: living in the present doesn't have to be dream-deprived. While a prolonged departure from everyday and unrelenting refusal to embrace daily life can lead to naive delusions, allowing a dose of escapism, and even thriving on it, doesn't necessarily hurt. Or at least that's what Allen's vicarious wish-fulfillment through Gil Pender tries to convey.
A poignant message in an artistic form by a creative writer and genius that is Woody Allen. Live in the present. Embrace it. Daydream a little.
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