Midnight in Paris is a return to form for Woody Allen, who became well-known for his smart comedies, but hasn’t made much to laugh about over the last 15 years. This is his most energetic, original comedy since the caustic Deconstructing Harry. It’s also a return to form for Owen Wilson, playing the archetypal Woody character, a writer who lacks self-confidence and finds himself at a crossroads in his career and life. He also starts finding himself in the Paris of the 1920s, surrounded by artists like Hemingway, Dalí and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Filled with fun anachronistic jokes between Wilson and usually familiar faces as the luminaries (Adrien Brody as Dalí, Kathy Bates as Gertrude Stein), Midnight in Paris is an entertaining little pastry of a film. It could be better, but considering Allen’s most recent comedies, it could be a lot worse.