I’m not a huge fan of Woody Allen movies.  I’ve only liked a handful of them.  Then I watched MIDNIGHT IN PARIS this morning.  I loved this movie.  First it’s a fantasy, and I wish I had seen it before I did my Hugo nominations, and it speaks to that all too human condition of dissatisfaction with our lives.

Owen Wilson was enormously appealing and hapless, and he was a writer which made him all the more endearing to me.  I loved the fact that (apparently) much of the dialog from Stein and Hemingway and Porter were actual statements they had made.

The visuals of Paris were magical, and it made me want to go back tomorrow.  Music was used to great effect as well.  It’s a celebration of art, and life, and trusting your instincts, and ultimately finding beauty and meaning in the here and now.

I really liked this movie.