A great way to wreck the spell of whimsy that Midnight in Paris puts you under, is to then see Hangover 2. They're too good for the material and you can tell they know it. Poorly paced, and the music choices, especially toward the beginning of the movie, were such a moodkiller - before it started you could feel everyone's happy anticipation, but then, thanks to the super-bummer music over the opening credits, you could almost hear the air hissing sadly out of the balloon of our collective enthusiasm. The script is your annoying acquaintance who always gets drunk and does "outrageous" things with studied "shocking" "spontaneity" and keeps looking expectantly at you for an omg no wai reaction and, not getting one, poking you in the ribs and going "eh? EH?" and there's nothing duller than that. I did giggle a few times, but not even Cooper's blasting hotness could save this one.

ETA this is why you leave things to the experts. Ita