The Mister and I finally got around to seeing Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris last night. Although it was supposed to be a date night, we took Middle along, too, as he has been an only child all week. Middle has already seen The Green Lantern and Transformers this summer, and he made a few noises about seeing Zookeeper, the new Kevin James vehicle, but thankfully the Mister held firm with “this is what your mother and I want to see, and you are invited to join us.”
I knew I would like it—Paris, the 1920s, writers, artists, Owen Wilson, playing a writer. I knew the Mister would like it—the 1920s, Rachel McAdams, and sweetly, the fact that I would like it. Surprisingly, Middle liked it, too. I doubt he will tell anyone he liked it , but he did. I liked it so much, I might take Little to see it. I would definitely see it again!
Have you seen Midnight in Paris? What did you think?