Midnight in Paris, Montreal

Woody Allen's new movie, Midnight in Paris, is a super fun dream of a film, reminded me of some of his older movies even though Allen's character played by Owen Wilson rather than himself. Wilson is a successful Hollywood screen writer who wants to give it up to be a novelist and live in Paris. Most of the movie is his time travel back to 1920s Paris where he meets F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Picasso and various others (I'd mention Dali and Bunuel, but I never figured out how to get keyboard accents on a mac). It's pure fantasy but funnily scripted and well acted and it transported me, I let myself think I was talking to Hemingway and listening to Cole Porter sing at the piano in the bar. What could be better, really? I liked that it's a fantasy that doesn't revolve around male ideals, and even the women (some of them) are allowed personalities and individual desires, and even the fulfillment of those desires. After the movie, to keep the feeling going, we went to L'Express on St. Denis, which was packed at 10 PM, and which perfectly rounded out a lovely francophile evening. I don't go there often enough, so I don't know whether it's always so full of stylish people or if it's because this is Grand Prix weekend. I'm staying in Little Italy this week, and there are sports cars (and cinquecentas) everywhere.