A review of the trailer for Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris"
Watching the trailer for Midnight in Paris I became zealously aware of an implicit ah-ha moment. Unfortunately, I was not having this moment, rather I was percieving my mother having it, ruminating on the relationship between Ernest Hemmingway and Gil-Scott Fitzgerald, and of course their mid-wife, alcohol. Way to go Mom. But still, I was impressed by this trailer, and eagerly anticipate the release of the film. Not only does it star the ever-charming Owen Wilson, but it seems to reveal an auspicious motif of contemporary romance; the play between ardor and mystery, passion and truancy, substance and emptiness, or to be blunt, truth and irony. In it, we see the honest to goodness romantic, Owen Wilson, subject to pangs of jealousy caused by the impressionistic and strident character of a more "pseudo-intellectual" male companion of his own significant other. Then, as the clock strikes midnight, one man's pride and intellectual dualism give way to the others shrewd secrecy and will-to-wander. At the end of this trailer, one is left pondering, who will be the attractor, the amplifier for love's chorus, the gallant gasbag, or the vestal vagabond? I look forward to seeing this film.
Post Script: new series are soon to be posted to this blog, including: Interview, Exquistie Corpse, and taking a page from the quarterly column in Cabinet Magazine, an edition of "Legend" wherein I will contrive potential captions for an image selected at random (or close-to random).
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