Every year, when awards season rolls around, I follow the nominations and prizes the way other people obsess over March Madness brackets or Presidential primaries. And every year, I find myself asking one question over and over again:
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I find it both sweet and sad that Woody Allen—who is 76 years old, and has made 40+ films in a 46-year career—is still making movies about the adolescent longing to be an artist. It never goes away, does it?
Midnight in Paris, his latest film, is not really about art, and it's not even really about Paris (although it will make you want to go there). It's about the immature longing for the idealized Paris of the 1920s: the fantasy of the expatriate, modernist mecca of Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Gertrude Stein (all of whom appear in the film). It's about that feeling that there was once a golden age when people really knew how to live, of which our sad modern age is just a pale imitation. Continue reading