Over the past ten years, I've felt very mixed about Woody Allen's films. When he's on, these days, he's really onhis movies are funny and human and delightful. But when he's off, his films feel self-indulgent and flat. Luckily for moviegoers in this Oscar cycle, with Midnight in Paris, Allen was totally on, creating a lovely, frothy fantasy where love and struggling writers win in the end. It deserves a Parisian feast in celebration. Read more >

























