Close your eyes, and envision strolling through Paris, in the middle of the night, midnight, precisely. The street lights shine hazily on the cobblestone and on the glass of bakeries. It is cool out, the perfect weather to match this immaculate city. Then, you are greeted by an old automobile, which serves as a time machine, transferring you into a world where you rub shoulders with Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Pablo Picasso, Salvador Dali and Cole Porter.
Such a fantasy-come-true(or does it, really?) exists for the protagonist of Woody Allen’s “Midnight in Paris”. A hopeless romantic screenwriter (Owen Wilson) striving to be a brilliant, starving artist holed up in a run-down Parisian studio escapes his uppidity fiance(Rachel McAdams) and her parents at night, entering what he considers to be The Golden Age, 1920’s Paris. He finds himself crossing paths with the beautiful girlfriend of Picasso and questions his own plans of matrimony.
I was so appealled by the escapism aspect of the film. Of course, the movie does not take itself too seriously…there are plenty of humorous moments, like the time Wilson’s character is caught leaving with his fiance’s pearl earrings, in the hopes of giving them to his 1920’s fling. Adrien Brody’s portrayal of Salvador Dali is very amusing as well. Rent this movie!
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