Midnight in Paris

I watched Midnight in Paris tonight. Or, to clarify, I watched it again, having watched it for the first time last night. It invigorated me in a way that hasn’t happened in a while. I love everything about it. I would like so much to be Gil and live that impossible fantasy. At the same time, some of the points made in that movie hit home in a very big way. The views of nostalgia and longing to be in another time specifically ring true with me, as I am someone who cannot seem to stop living in the past.

The movie inspired me to start writing again, and while I have no misconceptions about the quality of my work, it feels good just to be creating again. I’m hoping it will lead to me writing music again, and maybe even pulling myself back together and finally resembling the person I was a few years ago, before…well before a lot of things happened.

It’s a great film. I don’t need you to agree with me, because the worth of this film is how it resonated with me on such a personal level, and while I hope it has that effect on everyone who sees it, I know it won’t.

Thank God for Woody Allen.