Midday in Melbong

Just went to see Woody Allen's new movie Midnight in Paris with my lovely wife and duaghters and actually enjoyed it. Admittedly we were in a comfy Gold Class cinema with flunkies bringing us delectible food as the movie progressed. It's a tough life.

I'm not normally an Owen Wilson fan but having him channelling Woody was a better choice than Woody playing the romantic lead himself (those days have gone, if they were ever there). All the usual New York left wing pseudo intellectual jokes were there along with a fair amount of spoken French (which I do not speak) rather than Spanish (which I do not speak) as in Vicky Cristina Barcelona.  Is this a pattern? I don't think Woody will be heading to Germany or the real Russia (after what he did to Russian literature in Love and Death I doubt if Putin would let him in, or if he got in, out) so I suppose it will be Italy next (probably Venice - very romantic you know - it's Woody's shtick since his early, funny movies).

I've always been a fan of time travel stories so it was a delight to have a present day movie also containing (spoiler alert) Cole Porter, F Scott Fitzgerald, Dali, Picasso, Gertrude Stein (who would have punched Woody in the mouth) and many other luminaries. So bravo Woody - may you live long enough to get all that reprocessed reading out again in cinematic form.