Midnight in Paris

We hoped to see Shakespeare in the Park last night -- we were there -- on a park bench that wobbled frighteningly every time you made the slightest move -- eating overly salted popcorn

can I say?  the popcorn felt so wrong for Shakespeare -- in it's silly little box -- but my other choices were even less high brow --nachos were totally out of the question

I'm not sure what is the right food for Shakespeare....certainly not "Dipping Dots Ice Cream of the Future" (which at some point needs to be ice cream of the past -- that stuff is just silly and turns all grey as it melts -- the future is WEIRD man just WEIRD)

the play manager came out and told us that a weather system was moving in and they were worried about the costumes as they were borrowed from local stores.

this seemed silly to me -- I have worked as a dresser in a play - -albeit briefly -- actors are sweaty and smelly and any costumes "loaned" to them should be burned at the end of the loan period.

we all looked doubtfully at the sky -- yes -- some clouds - -but nothing to be fearful of -- and they declared after another 15 minutes that they thought the storm would break up and miss them.

not 10 minutes after curtain time -- we were grabbing up our things to scurry to the car - and on our way to the movies

Midnight in Paris

I normally find Woody Allen irritating - -but much less so when he's not in his own movies

significantly less so (spoiler alert -- so if you're one of the 12 people likely to see this movie -- don't read any more)

Owen Wilson is a wonderful Woody Stand-in - he's awkward and charming and funny -- and as the world around him does impossible things and he finds himself in 1920's Paris meeting all his idols -- we go along with him -- jumping into the lives of Gertrude Stein and Hemmingway and the Fitzgeralds. 

What I loved about this movie is the simplicity of it

We know why he's attracted to the idea of 1920's Paris -- but there's no indepth back story into how this has happened

his character goes through it's arch of development -- he learns what he needs to learn - and he no longer needs his illusions

well

not illusions -- because we're left to decide if it was illusion or fantasy -- it doesn't matter -- because he needs his illusions until he's done with them and he moves forward with his life.

I was charmed by it

we should all be able to do that -- embrace our illusions without dissecting them endlessly -- learn what we've come to learn -- and move on.

oh-- thinking I'm going to tie this one up in a bow?  loop it back to something at the beginning of the blog and make some sort of Shakespeare connection?

Ya'll think too much.....just sit back and enjoy the show.