I Fell Asleep 17 Times During The Raven [Exit Musings For A Film]

One of the biggest surprises of last year was Midnight in Paris’ ability to breeze in during the summer and emerge as Woody Allen’s highest-grossing box office hit (that’s if sleepers like Annie Hall and Hannah and Her Sisters aren’t adjusted for inflation). The film is charming and Owen Wilson is beloved, but the real shock is that Allen was able to sell the public on subject matter centered on a dying industry: literature. To delight in that movie is to delight in revisiting figures like Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald, as well as their work. Cinema’s relationship to literature is inherent and, in the case of book-to-movie adaptations, dependent, but rarely is it so blatant. The success of Midnight was a little ray of hope that people might still care about the culture of reading. More »