Midnight in Paris

Finally a movie for all those literary snobs out there!
If Woody Allen isn't appearing in his own film then he's directing Owen Wilson to fill his role.
Owen Wilson's character is a neurotic, bumbling screenwriter (sound familiar?) who is writing his novel while holidaying in Paris with his fiance and her family.
He's having trouble completing the novel because of his lack of confidence and his general unsurity about his ability. He constantly wishes for what he believes to be the golden age of American literature, the 1920s.
As he strolls through Paris each night he is magically transported into the world of the 1920s where he meets his literary idols, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway among other artists of the time.

The premise is interesting and there are incongruous moments as with any Woody Allen movie that make it worthwhile. However, in the end, the metaphors were just too blatent and climax was too light-hearted. For most of his career Woody Allen has been writing love letters to New York, which he's done brilliantly but now it seems like writing half-hearted postcards to mistresses. His films set in London and Paris just simply dont match up to his earlier work.