Somebodyisfromhere.com had always thought Paris was a bit like the band Wilco. Sure, he always heard good things, but he never really bought in.
That was, of course, before he went there. The town truly does pull you in. The streets. The food. The alleys.
The Eiffel Tower is better than anything you could possibly imagine. It’s imposing in a French kind of way; it’s huge, but exposed. It twinkles.
You can be a lazy tourist and ride to the top. You can get an exercise and climb the stairs. Once on top, the views are extraordinary. And you can buy beer up there.
Somebodyisfromhere.com took a bike tour that felt a bit reckless. He and his group cutoff the crazy motorists simply because he was told to by the guy leading the pack. He rode around the Louvre.
He had a great time. Apparently, Woody Allen had a similar experience.
In Paris, he continues his European film experience that previously included Matchpoint, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and some other stuff. This time around it is Midnight in Paris.
This care-free little film stars Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams. Wilson, the star, plays a California writer who is just a tad too successful to be relatable. He falls for Paris . . . especially when it’s wet. The couple are there as the girlfriend’s father secures a business deal.
The title comes from the walks Wilson’s character would take in the evening as he would escape his girlfriend’s pretentious man friend and her Republican parents. Out in the town, he would meet some unlikely characters who would lead him to wonder if he would’ve been better served living in another era.
The movie is a simplistic one posing a question better had over coffee than losing sleep over. In the end, it’s not much more than a postcard to Paris with shots throughout the city in the day, at night, when dry, and when wet. Frequently with French music.