I took myself to a movie last night. I could have brought a hot date, but I decided to leave him at home with the kids. Besides, he doesn't love Paris the way I do. (This may or may not be because I went there both times we broke up.) Anyhow, my friend, Deb, told me to prepare to want to hop a cab directly to the airport and fly to Paris. (I fight that urge daily.)
I can't say that I am a huge Woody Allen fan. I never hate his films, but I never love them either. This was sort of the same... except that I love Paris, and this film was such a love letter to the city that I couldn't help but be enamored. It was fun, and entertaining, and although it didn't move me, it did thoroughly entertain me. At the end, I sat the through the final credits mouthing all the french names of the grips/costume fitters/crowd scene co-ordinators. I have to give myself a french name... everything just sounds more beautiful in french!
A la prochaine!
This is awesome. :) Love that you went. The poster looks great.
Did I ever tell you about the time that Owen Wilson sat in front of me at a football game? ;)
Posted by: emily (justem) | January 25, 2012 at 11:28 PM
Awesome!
Posted by: Shane | February 11, 2012 at 07:31 AM
I really liked this movie. I quite like Owen Wilson and have a little soft spot for him and the french girl he falls for - I believe she was also in the movie Nine - she's lovely. I'm not surprised it didn't win any awards, in fact, I was kind of surprised that it was nominated, but it was entertaining anyways.
Posted by: Kathy | February 28, 2012 at 02:45 PM