I did go see CAPTAIN AMERICA and MIDNIGHT IN PARIS.
I liked CAPTAIN AMERICA- the lead was purty, the story was pretty solid overall, and Tommy Lee Jones did a nice job chewing the scenery (Harrison Ford should immediately netflix all of TLJ's movies to see how to grow older gracefully on the big screen). I thought the ending was kind of risky for a superhero flick, and I'm looking forward to seeing how AVENGERS turns out- it's either going to be a cluster of X-MEN III crapitude or a great surprise.
MIDNIGHT IN PARIS was a pure delight. I've never had a strong hankering to visit Paris, but with all the wonderful scenery porn, I'm leaning toward a trip. Owen Wilson wasn't annoying, and even though Rachel McAdams should beat the shit out of the costume designer (a shirtwaist, really?) and couldn't transcend her role as shrewish girlfriend, the rest of the cast acquitted themselves well. Kathy Bates was outright made of awesome as Gertrude Stein. I loved her and wanted her as my own best friend. I wouldn't even make her read my stuff.
It's interesting that Woody Allen didn't have Stein speak the way she wrote (that might've been tiresome), but Hemingway was a mixture of how he wrote and how people think he wrote. I'm not quite sure that worked.
The movie was utterly charming, and yes, I did enjoy spotting the authors and artists and even got a thrill when Owen's character interacted with them. The funny thing is that I do believe a self-absorbed person would time-travel, meet these incredible people, and then proceed to talk about himself. I'm not saying it's a good thing to do (I promise if I ever meet my idols, living or dead, I will listen to them and not monopolize the conversation), but it's completely believable.
My next movie mission: THE HELP and FRIGHT NIGHT (David Tennant, yay!).