In this color-coded comic book of a movie, green is good and yellow is bad — very bad — but it hardly adds up to box office gold. It’s not that this is a bad film. There is just nothing new here, and these days to launch a new super hero franchise, something extra is required.
I have a love-hate relationship with Woody Allen. But lately we’ve been all hearts and flowers. First the very British “Match Point,” then the Latin romance of “Vicki Cristina Barcelona,” and now the airy delicious soufflé that is “Midnight in Paris.” Allen seems an ex-patriot by now, he’s been gone so long. But we’re the better for it if this grand tour inspires him to create such wonderful little films as this.
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