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Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris

An eclectic moment slightly different from my art work has more to do today with my passion of teaching French culture. I have been waiting for  Midnight in Paris, Woody Allen's movie since I saw the cast filming last July in Paris. 
The beauty of art movies is having many different interpretations with no right or wrong! 

Woody Allen to the right, directing the movie in July 2010
 I lost a few other pictures I took hoping to recover them at some point (curse of technology)

The streets of Paris as well as its historical buildings and monuments are beyond beautiful but in Midnight in Paris, I was mostly taken by the beauty of rich cultural references to authors and painters who were French or lived in France at some point in their lives. It all happened by going back in time with Owen Wilson and Marion Cotillard (one of many interpretations, imagination or...)  and meeting through them painters and writers who made history. I was amazed by Woody Allen's talent in a specific scene where the one and only Dalì describes the main character's face. Hearing the description was more like contemplating one of his real paintings.
 Génie au travail!

Place Médard in the heart of the 5ème arrondissement.
Cast and crew behind the water fountain.

 My heart started pounding to the idea of having Hemingway in the movie as I instantly thought of my blog of July 30th 2010  when I talked about Shakespeare and company. I urge you to go back and look at the pictures I included then, having no idea I'd see a glance of Shakespeare and company  in the movie.Check the link below 

One beautiful eclectic moment I cherished twice, once in July of 2010 and once this second weekend of June 2011 at the movie theater.


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