Midnight in Paris is classically Woody Allen. Owen Wilson, the film’s Woody Allen stand-in, sounds just like him. There are Annie Hall-like Marshall McLuhan leaps from present to past. There’s clever dialogue. There’s the requisite epiphany when Wilson’s character finds validation for leaving his fiance. Fun film. Just not brilliant, in my opinion. And, I’ve come to expect brilliance from Mr. Allen. Haven’t we all?