By Kaitlin Perry
In a moment of weakness, I neglected to remember that I have very few dollars to dedicate to fun, exciting things and I decided to spend my night off in the dark depths of a movie theater. My film of choice? Midnight in Paris, written and directed by Woody Allen.
Though I assume nothing when I set out to see a Woody Allen film, I do automatically assume that any film with Owen Wilson in it will be worthwhile, and I also automatically assume that any film with Rachel McAdams in it will be pleasantly romantic. As usual, my assumptions made an ass out of nobody, and Midnight was the best movie-theater movie I’ve seen in a LONG time.
The film concerns itself with the idealistic nature of writers, the overwhelming power of Paris and the misconceptions people have regarding the here and now. Many of us long for simpler times, especially those of us who feel our lives have been tainted by the expectations of society and those closest to us. For Wilson’s character, Gil, the urge to live in the past becomes too real to ignore, and he spends his nights in Paris not with his soon-to-be wife Inez, but with… Shoot! The twist is too sweet to cheat you out of, thus you’ll simply have to take my word for it: the film is wonderfully intelligent, witty, funny, romantic and appropriate for any age group, whether you’re a recent college grad or a grandmother of 16 much-too-technologically-advanced children.
The trailer is as cute as the movie poster, and thankfully gives away nothing: