So I finally went to see Midnight in Paris last night. Partially to stop hearing gasps from all my friends when I admitted that I had not seen it. They know me well; it was exactly my cup of tea. From the lengthy opening shots of Paris’ limitless beautiful monuments and street corners, the stage is set for magic and the movie delivers.
For those who don’t know: Gil (Owen Wilson), a Hollywood writer with aspirations to become a novelist, is on vacation in Paris with his soon-to-be in-laws and materialistic fiancée, Inez (Rachel McAdams). While she shops and hangs on the words of a pedantic old college friend (Michael Sheen), romantic Gil prowls the streets, dreaming of his favorite writers from the 1920s doing the same.
I guess I won’t say more in case you haven’t heard what happens next (I had) but let’s just say that if you enjoy modernist art and literary references, you won’t be disappointed (and hey, you read this blog, so signs point to yes on that account!). Readers who don’t want to see The Help this weekend should check this one out. Anyone else seen the film?