Midnight in Paris sort of walks that line where it could be extremely gratifying or just suffocatingly pretentious. I’m happy to report that it’s the first one. It can be alienating with the literary references and characters, but it does have a lot of fun with the famous figures. It isn’t full of itself or trying to alienate its audience, but simply using history and literature to enrich the humor. It also serves as a love letter to Paris itself, and the art produced in it. Like a lot of Woody Allen films, it’s extremely smart and witty, using intelligent dialogue as the focus of most scenes. I really have no complaints, because it’s hard not to be enraptured by its charm.
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