Gil: We have the big things in common…or, at least, we have the little things in common…that is, we both like Indian food…well, we both like pita (sic) bread.
— "Midnight in Paris,” directed by Woody Allen (2011)
From time to time a patient will be talking of the difficulties of dating. This guy is so sexy, but he has no job prospects. The other guy has graduate degrees and and great income, but there’s no chemistry. “yes,” I sympathize, “it’s hard to find someone who’s both reputable and hot.”
Seeing “Midnight in Paris,” I realize I’ve left out a variable: affinity.
Gil, played by Owen Wilson, is a dreamy, easy-going Hollywood screenwriter who would love to move to Paris, where he will take leisurely walks in the rain and write a novel. On the surface the film focuses on his love for the Paris of the 20s. The hero of his novel-in-progress runs a nostalgia store, selling items from the past, and on one of his midnight walks Gil wanders into the actual Paris of the 20s, where he meets such expatriates as Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Cole Porter, and Gertrude Stein in the prime of their lives.