Film Review: Midnight in Paris

Films that involve time travel rarely bode well. Unless you are producing a Disney cartoon, successfully weaving reality with the supernatural element of time travel is about as difficult as trying to squeeze toothpaste back into its tube – near impossible and almost always, a complete disaster. Take The Time Traveller’s Wife for example; what worked so beautifully in text was ultimately ruined in cinematic form. The same can be said about the awful re-make of H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine in 2002, starring (of all people) Samantha Mumba. Surely, only text can convey the unnatural and make it believable… or can it?