The feast in Paris will never end

Keegan 2022-03-22 09:01:11

Hemingway said: "If you are lucky enough to stay in Paris when you are young, Paris will always be with you wherever you go for the rest of your life, because it is a mobile feast."
Gil and his fiancée Inez accompanied his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Paris vacation. He was tired of writing scripts for Hollywood and wanted to stay in Paris to complete his novels, but Inez and his parents were firmly opposed. During a meal, Inez met his former classmates Paul and his wife. Paul and the others planned to go to Versailles the next day, but Jill planned to go to the Lip Beer Hall for lunch, because the professor he knew had met James Joyce there. They couldn't understand Jill's brain circuit, thinking that he was deliberately finding fault. The next day Jill was forced to travel with them, and Paul was showing off his knowledge everywhere, which made Jill disgusted.
Refusing to go dancing with them, Jill wandered alone in Paris at night. He was lost and drunk while sitting on a certain street corner, his expression lonely. Suddenly the bell rang at midnight, and a classic car stopped in front of him, and the people in the car enthusiastically invited him into the car. Jill got into the car confusedly, and was even more surprised to find that he had actually returned to the "golden age" he loved-the 1920s.
At the ball and in the tavern, he heard his favorite composer Cole Porter playing the piano, the writer Scott Fitzgerald talked to him, and the writer Ernest Hemingway talked to him. Talk about writing and women. For the first time, he was willing to talk about his novel with others, hoping to get Hemingway's opinion. But Hemingway took him to the art salon and let the art critic Gertrude Stein read his novels. He was so excited that he wanted to bring the manuscript over to the hotel, but when he went out, he looked back and found that it had become a laundry shop.
The next day, he tried to take Inez to experience the magical world, but she didn't have the patience to wait any longer. So in the next few days, Jill accompanied Inez to go shopping during the day, and traveled in the 1920s at night. And the difference between the two of them is getting bigger and bigger-what Gil longs to feel is the soothing and romantic Paris that has been carefully sorted out and expressed, and is full of traces of the artist's life, while what Inez wants to feel is fiery, The unrestrained and enjoyable Paris.
In those nights and nights, Jill saw the painter Parobu Picasso defending his paintings. The painter Salvador Dali painted a portrait of him. The photographer Man Rui and the director Luis Bruair followed He discussed love together, and the poet Thomas Eliot shared a car with him. His novels are admired, inspired and progressing rapidly. More importantly, he met Picasso's lover, the beautiful and charming Adriana, and loved each other.
One day he and Adriana ran into a carriage, and after getting in the carriage, they went back to the "beautiful age" she most yearned for-the 1890s. They went to the Moulin Rouge to enjoy singing and dancing performances, and they were pleasantly surprised to meet Impressionist painters such as Paul Gauguin. Gauguin believes that people nowadays are boring and lacking imagination, if only they could live in the Renaissance. Gauguin's complaint made Jill thoughtful. Adriana wants to stay in that era, but Jill still wants to live in the present.
Jill returned to reality, more aware of the irreconcilable differences and contradictions between him and Inez, and decisively broke up. He decided to stay and live in Paris. At midnight, he ran into the grocery girl who sold him Cole Porter records on a bridge. He invited the girl for a walk, but suddenly it rained. The girl said that Paris is the most beautiful in the rain, and she doesn't mind getting wet-this is something Jill asked Inez many times, but she couldn't do it. So they wandered the streets of Paris, towards the night and dawn together...
The charm of Paris is that she is surrounded by layers of her own long and elegant history, and she is both present and historical at the same time. Every literary and artistic youth is eager to follow the footsteps of masters of art and wander with those great artistic souls in Paris. No matter what era, people are still nostalgic and miss those imaginary "golden ages". This is a kind of cultural homesickness. Therefore, we regret that we were born at the wrong time. We miss the contention of a hundred schools of thought in the pre-Qin Dynasty, the Kaiyuan and prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty, the enlightenment of the Renaissance, and the glory of science and technology of the industrial revolution... However, we have never lived in history, but just lived. In my own fantasy. In fact, each present has its own "golden age". Perhaps each of us is facing the past, retreating to the present, and into the future. Maybe the moment we are in is our own "golden age".

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  • Madie 2022-03-24 09:01:14

    Although the lines are verbose and contrived, it is this feeling that still has a poetic sense of art, beautiful original sound, colorful colors and romantic Paris. It is this Woody Allen-style chattering, humorous and imaginative film that I love. ! Except for Owen Wilson, the cast is perfect, and the chattering writer is really only Ethan Hawke who can handle that charm.

  • Theresa 2022-03-23 09:01:14

    WA's love for Paris is really... circuitous, sour, and full of flavor. The protagonist's setting is really cliché, but like most WA movies, the eloquent protagonist is just his incarnation. Hemingway is so handsome (a drama actor was found to act too fake and exaggerated)! Dali is too funny (this product is a rhinoceros control)! The lost private detective is so pitiful! Almost all the actors are familiar faces, it can be said that the lineup is strong, but it is a pity that they all have soy sauce like a lantern.

Midnight in Paris quotes

  • Gil: I'm having trouble because I'm a Hollywood hack who never gave real literature a shot.

  • Gil: Yes, but you're a surrealist! I'm a normal guy!