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Woody and me

If I haven't stated it here before, I am doing so now: I am a huge fan of Woody Allen's films. Going back to the days of Take the Money and Run, Bananas and Love and Death and continuing through to Annie Hall, Hannah and her Sisters, Radio Days, Alice, Crimes and Misdeneanors.... Of course I could go on because his body of work is not only voluminoud but also consistently excellent. What I admire most, besides the laughs, is the poignancy and the social commentary. He touches the human condition more consistently than any other director. Small wonder most actors will kill to work with him.

I recently sat through Midnight in Paris with my daughter (N and I saw it during its theatrical release) and was once again reminded of how good a director and screenwriter he is. He even drew a great performance, as a substitute Woody, from Owen Wilson who is not necessarily among my favorite actors. Nevertheless, there was Wilson making us fall in love with the enchanting city of lights.

This ode to Paris of the 1920's reminds me a little of Manhattan; that other testament to his native New York and his admiration of its charms. Both films begin with a fitting montage of each city set to music.

If you have not seen either film, I encourage you to do so. In fact I recommend you catch up on virtually his entire catalogue if you get the chance. With the exception of a few misses you will be glad you did.

Happy viewing!

Woody with some of Midnight in Paris cast

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