So, here’s the thing: I don’t get out much. I can often be found sitting on my lounge room floor, curled around a bowl of cherries watching ‘The Batchelorette’. It’s embarrassing and sad, I know, but there is a little person in our house who needs to go to bed at seven p.m or she transforms into a baby girl version of a wolverine. Sigh. Toddlers are SO inconvenient.
So when my husband and I got to head out for dinner and a movie the other night we were like a couple of giraffes escaped from the circus. We were bobbing and lolloping about all giddy and dazed, grinning at everyone and everyone not grinning back (probably thinking “Get eyes for Christmas?”). We scoffed down dinner, while discussing the cuteness of afore-mentioned toddler and then rushed off to the cinema to watch Woody Allen’s latest – Midnight in Paris. Well. It was fabulous. If I could have dragged Grace out of the pages of The Colour of Tea and taken her with me I just know she would have loved it too.
Firstly – Paris. I’m not sure I need to say more. Secondly – the 1920’s. The 1920’s made complete with Marion Cottilard (so beautiful in that sweet French way it makes your teeth ache) and Hemingway and Gertrude Stein (Kathy Bates is sensational, bien sur). Thirdly – Woody Allen. His usual vices are here – Love and Bumbling, Idealism and Disappointment. Ennui. Snobbery. Comedy. I love that it is such a sugary movie, such a cliched kind of plot and yet it is utterly, flawlessly charming. In my opinion. Maybe I am just a hopeless romantic (oh that’s right, I am, I watch The Batchelorette?!) but this was a stellar film and the perfect date-night movie. Oh hell, I’m just going to go ahead and post the trailer below. Enjoy….