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I was in the mood for an artist’s date yesterday and in true form, I planned nothing ahead except for bring with me a free movie pass I won in a raffle.
Without checking to see what was playing, I went to the theater to see what movie was starting next. One couple bought tickets to Midnight in Paris. I’m not a movie goer so I’m not familiar with anything on the silver screen that doesn’t involve Harry Potter. The couple said it was a Woody Allen film. I’ve loved his movies for many years but got creeped out with him marrying Mia Farrow’s daughter, but I thought I’ll give it a shot.
And what a shot it was. We hear but not see Owen Wilson as Gil Pender talking to his fiancée (Rachel McAdams) about how tired he is of being a hollywood hack and how he wants to live in Paris to write a novel but she wants to stay in Malibu. They are in France on business with her parents so they take in the sights.
Gil goes for a walk at midnight and on a whim he gets picked up in a cab from the 1920s with some partygoers. At the party he meets Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald, while Cole Porter entertains on the piano. The Fitzgeralds take Gil to a bar where they meet Hemingway then see Gertrude Stein (Kathy Bates) where he gives her his novel to critique. By the way, Picasso is with Stein analyzing a painting I swear looks like something my 7-year-old concocted, but hey, it’s Picasso.
Other artists from the 1920s make appearances such as Adrian Brody as Salvador Dali. I never knew Dali could be so sexy and crazy at the same time especially since he only spoke of rhinoceroses.
This is the kind of movie I’d write. Or it would at least be in my dream journal. It was like walking through all of my lit and art courses in college. If this movie existed back then, I’d have straight A’s, no problem. We want to see the people we study come to life.
After the movie I felt inspired as an artist so on a whim I walked to Michael’s. I still felt like I was in the movie as I walked by an Italian restaurant as a street performer sang, “It’s a wonderful night for a moon dance.” I walked straight to the artist supplies and saw sketchbooks on sale, so I picked one up with some charcoal pencils. I plan on using these at the beach today like Reginald Marsh as he sketched by the ocean.
What a terrific unplanned artist’s date’ it’s something we all need to unblock our creativity. I give this movie a rating of all the stars Vincent Van Gogh ever painted.