11:43 AM, February 10th, 2012
As a result, viewings of Midnight in Paris on the big screen became events in the Smug Olympics of the urban iPad class, with audiences risking physical injury as they competed to laugh the loudest to demonstrate to all around that yes, they know who Gertrude Stein is. It was laughter directed at the audience itself, not at the screen. Laughing to show you get the joke. Or since there are no jokes, laughing to show you get the reference.
I discuss my bafflement at the Midnight In Paris phenomenon over at The Daily Beast (via richardrushfield)
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    Co-signed. Though I’m obliged to add that the bothersome, knowing laughter at my viewing—at Lincoln Plaza months after...
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  11. megsokay said: I just wanted the movie to be about Allison Pill’s Zelda, Tom Hiddleston’s Fitzgerald and What’s His Name’s Hemingway in a creative love triangle. The rest was fun fluff, but those three are the reason I was obsessed with the film.
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