Movies and Midnight in Paris, take II

Note: this post contains some mild movie spoilers, but nothing not already evident from previews.

I really love seeing movies in this city. I often see American movies, so perhaps my movie-going frequency is large part due to the fact that for two hours, I’m in a secure little English speaking bubble, some semblance of home away from home.

This past weekend, I saw The Beaver, Hangover II and gave Midnight in Paris another shot. It’s strange, even though I had my problems with Midnight in Paris the first go around, I just felt like I needed to see it again. There were two things I connected with in the movie. First a note on nostalgia. It’s too easy to believe that our time is the most treacherous, everything is uncertain and time moves so fast because of this that and the other. We are a people are obsessed with time saving techniques, yet plop ourselves down in front of glowing rectangles and let the hours pass by. I like the time we live in, women are liberated, whooping cough is eradicated (in my western bubble at least), and we have so much access to information on the world we live in.

Also in Midnight in Paris, I really connected with the magic that happens in Paris after midnight. Take a walk in this city, and you won’t be literally transported back in time, but everything about harks back to an earlier time. Paname is a work of art, and today she holds beauty from a conglomerate of different times. Paris has a, well, je ne sais quoi. I know its a bit cliché, but I really love this ipad advert wrapped around one of the oldest buildings in Paris (on the Île de la Cité).

Hangover II was totally null. The jokes were exactly the same as the first one, I mean exactly. Sequels exploit the essence of the first movie. I liked The Beaver, though I also had my problems with it. I thought the characters were complete, like there were no details that existed outside of the movie. It’s a depressing comedy of sort, but I’d recommend it.

On another note – I’m leaving for the U.S. in two weeks. I’m definitely sad to leave, but any sadness about leaving is overshadowed by a need to be home.