Midnight in Paris

Woody Allen served us with what he cooks best: the pleasure of being a pseudo intellectual. After catching up with the fast pace art, literature and meaning of life talk, plus actually knowing that Camille is the mistress of Rodin and not the wife, after recognizing Degas from the mere sight of cancan dancers, you can’t help but giving yourself a pat on the back. Also he never missed to add a pinch of the fear-of-death salt and the dessert of how easily the no longer wanted wife/fiancee can be wiped off. Everything on a big city table (this time Paris), then you got yourself a classic Woody Ellen meal.