Dearly DeBloggers,
Woody Allen. I know I know. Depending on how old you are, this name will either make you roll your eyes so deep into the back of your head you may start having involuntary seizures or you will immediately throw on your ‘cool kid status’ – whatever that may be (hipster, preppie, scenester, or the self proclaimed ‘originalist’) – and start spewing off one liners from Annie Hall or Bananas.
Either way, I promise that you will love Midnight in Paris.
The premise is quite simple –
Boy and Girl go to Paris (pre-wedding)
Boy is a writer fascinated with the 1920’s Golden Age
Boy is walking the streets of Paris at midnight and an old fashioned ‘motor car’ picks him up and takes him to 1920’s Paris.
Boy is in the company of the Fitzgerald’s, ‘Papa’, Picasso, Dali, Gertrude Stein, Josephine Baker…and the list goes on and on…
It is a tale of love and nostalgia, but most of all…it is a story about how to find true happiness in this ride we call life.
“To thine own self be true…” Polonius.
