We celebrate Woody's 90th birthday with his last hit and his last Oscar (he was also nominated as director) - but you don't need an excuse to watch his exploration of 'Golden Age thinking' (he may well have come up with this phrase). He writes the various characters so brilliantly and then a gallery of amazing people perform them brilliantly. And it's also as much a love letter to Paris as Manhattan was to New York.
I love that Gil reads about himself in the past through Adriana's journal (Carla Bruni's reading of this and the way the camera moves is exceptional), and that he only cottons on to his fiancee having an affair through the intuition of Ernest Hemingway!
We went from Rachel McAdams and one Wilson to Rachel McAdams and another.
Why this one so much? I've always loved time travel stuff I suppose as far back as The Time Tunnel and The Time Machine. And Paris is such a great city.
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