Midnight in Paris: thoroughly ravishing, enchanting, magical, every other such word there is. The last movie that I found so completely seductive in this way was Moulin Rouge! Throwback Woody Allen at its core -- earnest, joyful, besotted -- but with more-understated, sly humor (other than the wonderfully unsubtle "cameos") and some of his newer sharp mercilessness in drawing the unlikable characters.

But Owen! Who knew! The moment he realizes what's happening, sitting on that bar stool, you can read his developing thoughts all over his face, and you think "oh snap we have all so been underestimating him."

I think knowing NOTHING about the plot in advance contributed hugely to my delight, because I was figuring things out along with them and that creates such an intimacy and intense involvement with the events and characters. It was just transporting.

I love how (except in the opening montage & closing credits) he strictly uses music only diegetically, at least that I can recall. In all his movies of this type, but maybe never more so than in this one, it is critical for the transporting effect.

Didn't see the Being John Malkovich-ish thing coming; loved it too; it was just enough, not too much/long. Light touch, deftly conforming to the tone of the entire movie.

And then Doughnut Plant and a nice stroll. Heck of a night, with someone around whom, I suddenly and happily realized, I feel greatly deeply and freely myself, unjudged, really really "gotten"; who's seen me be awful and still wants to hang out with me - most of the other people about whom I feel that way aren't in New York, so such a lovely discovery. I'm a lucky lucky person.