midnight in paris

what a sweet, sweet movie. it was like inception for romantic comedies, the similarities were actually hilarious: marion cotillard as dream/love interest, paris, deeper deeper deeper into the past, the americans, the happily deluded conclusion. except maybe it was not deluded here, maybe it was real. it's such an optimistic movie, such a sweet thing; i was terrified for a time that the pedantic fellow at the beginning was going to characterize the whole movie, that it'd be another indulgently punitive exercise, but here daylight was just a preposterous interruption -- trotsky, the unbelievable fiancee, cheap is cheap. happy happy thing. i said goodbye to m, which was sweet too.