As a result, viewings of Midnight in Paris on the big screen became events in the Smug Olympics of the urban iPad class, with audiences risking physical injury as they competed to laugh the loudest to demonstrate to all around that yes, they know who Gertrude Stein is. It was laughter directed at the audience itself, not at the screen. Laughing to show you get the joke. Or since there are no jokes, laughing to show you get the reference.
So true. I still love this movie, but for different reasons.
—I [Richard Rushfield]...Co-signed. Though I’m obliged to add that the bothersome, knowing...
Thank you. It wasn’t that good, it just looked good. Woody Allen has made far better in the past 10 years.
Well *excuse me* I just thought it was a cute movie and I very much agreed with the message of not letting nostalgia...
yes, yes, and yes. this movie was the WORST.