I should have been the ideal viewer for Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris, if its enthusiasts are right in calling it a “romantic love letter to Paris” (David Denby). I had been writing this love letter in my heart years before I visited the City of Light. When I was a kid, it was the seventeenth-century Paris...
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