I seldom go to the movies anymore. I’m just not interested in buildings blowing up; or cars careening out of control; or machines that turn into alien monsters; not to mention vampires and werewolves that charm young ladies into compromising situations. It’s so handy just to dial up “Pay for View” and watch on the screen at home. If I hate it, I can turn it off and I’ve only lost a few dollars and not much effort.
The last show I saw on the big screen was “The King’s Speech” back in January, which I loved and rooted for to win the Oscar. However, the advertising for “Midnight in Paris,” intrigued me. And since it was filmed in Paris, I figured it deserved to be seen on the gigantic screen of a movie theatre. As it turned out, I loved it, and was glad I went. I think most writers would. It is beautifully filmed, with a story that will intrigue my target audience of senior citizens and writers alike.
"Midnight in Paris," tells about a Hollywood screenwriter and his fiancée, who are really quite incompatible, visiting Paris, where he longs to live and write like the writers in the early part of the 20th century. Her, not so much. Then one midnight, when they’ve had a tiff and he is out walking in the rain, he suddenly finds himself transported into the Paris of the 1920s, where he hangs out with such contemporaries as Ernest Hemmingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Pablo Picasso.
With large screen, cinematography focussing on spots such as the Champs-Elysees, the Arch de Triomphe; Paris lit up at night; the Moulin Rouge; the gardens at Versailles; as well as the Hall of Mirrors; this movie hardly needs a plot. Nevertheless, it does have one, and it boils down to the fact that believing that life lived in a different era is much better than our own is an illusion.
Old Woody Allen proves that he still has the gift of providing a great movie experience. A most enjoyable, as well as beautifully filmed fantasy.