There's usually something special about a Woody Allen film. A mood. A feeling. A look. Complicating the simple with a poignant view through a neurotic lens.
Who's getting sick of Owen Wilson's pouty, whiny, sensitive guy character that he plays in, um, every movie?! With particular sensitivity to his off-screen personal fragility, his on-screen presence is getting so tired.
The whole Paris "magic" after midnight seems fun, though. The grass is always greener message (on vacation) is part of the fantasy of travel. Something every traveler has felt. I'm just not sure if I can watch Owen Wilson deliver what could potentially be a fun and thought provoking message.
This one will probably be a rental.
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