Charming comedy from Woody Allen. It’s still a bit long, any lines about the corporate word clunks and he re-uses a lot of old ideas (the pompous brilliant love rival, sexually aggressive beautiful mistresses, young enchanting flowers, a generation gap romance), but Paris looks very pretty, Owen Wilson is a perfect Woody surrogate (the Texan um-ah drawl is just like the New York Jewish natter), the fact Owen is obsessed by the past makes the old references work, the cast is terrific (the guy who plays Hemingway is a real find) and it’s a lot of fun. Finding Marion Cotillard's diary I felt complicated things – wouldn’t he want to know what happened to her? (I did.) Also I’m surprised he missed the opportunity for an Anais Nin and Henry Miller joke. Personally I think you’d always pick Rachel McAdams over Marion Cotillard but that’s just personal taste.
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