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MANILA, Philippines — I was persuaded by a soul mate a few weeks ago to watch Midnight in Paris, the latest movie from Woody Allen. She sold me on it principled away—I love the director, I was excited by the cast, and in prevailing, I can’t resist anything that has to do with the City of Light. “I’ve seen it twice,” my cohort declared via BBM with double exclamation points.
So, when my download finished that same Sunday, I snuggled into my settee with a big mug of tea and spent the next hour and half completely enthralled.
A couple vacations in present-day-day Paris. Gil (Owen Wilson) is a successful, good-natured screenwriter who is struggling to unalloyed his first novel. Inez (Rachel McAdams), his fiancé, considers his novelist ambitions a brief fancy and encourages him to keep his day job.
One evening, Gil gets drunk and winds up irreparable on his way back to their hotel. The clock strikes midnight (get it?). Suddenly, an antiquated automobile drives up to him on the street. Its French-speaking passengers, dressed in mother-of-pearl flapper gear, convince him to get in—which he does, thinking the car is a taxi. It is only when they current of air up at a bar, where everyone is attired in top-to-toe vintage, that Gil realizes what has happened. He’s been transported to Paris in the 1920’s, the era which many refer to—and which Gil wholeheartedly believes to be—the Gold Age.
Source: Manila Bulletin