Filmed entirely on location in Paris at the height of its fabled beauty, this knowingly sentimental love letter to the city of light just never lets up with its irresistible charm.
Something of a fairytale for lovers of art, literature and love itself, Midnight in Paris starts out as any other Woody Allen comedy might - However, Just when Woody Allen seemed to have written and directed himself out, he comes up with his best work yet.
Sure the first 10 minutes is slow and one might be forgiven to think that we’ve seen all this before; the whiney American male, Gil trying to catch up with wedding plan, the antsy and practical-minded fiancée and her overbearing and stuffy parents. But a huge mistake to ride it off just then.
Allen springs this surprise so casually, so matter-of-factly, that it serves only to heighten the magic that awaits. And, when it arrives, it’s pure magic, and as I said, a fairytale for lovers of art, literature and love itself – are you reading this?
Gil is revising the first draft of a book while visiting Paris when he stumbles upon a miraculous part of the city where a long-gone Paris for which he has always nostalgically pined suddenly returns to life - A Paris of the 1920s and '30s that became a mecca for the creative, the eccentric and individuals of all callings. A walks into a bar where Cole Porter is singing and playing his greatest hits, while the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Pablo Picasso and Ernest Hemingway amiably bowl up and introduce themselves.
Gil now has his creative heroes to pick through his yet to be finished novel, explore his modern style through the eyes and lives of the 1920’s. And set against a stunning Paris – both of yesteryears and in the bright sun of Paris today.
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