Midnight in Paris

Gil is a successful Hollywood screenwriter. Which is pretty good, right? I mean, not everyone can make a living in the movie biz. And it's a pretty decent living at that. But … for him it's an empty accomplishment. What he really wants is to be a successful writer. Not a Hollywood hack. And that's what his trip to Paris in the company of his fiancée is really all about.

Sure, sure, Inez and her parents are visiting the City of Light as a vacation/shopping trip before the wedding. And that's fine. But for Gil it's about connecting with the soul of this ancient place. He wants to dig into the rich artistic past of the city. After all, greats like Hemingway and Fitzgerald walked these same beautiful streets. If only he could see, hear, feel the fabulous Paris that they knew. Surely that would help him fix the holes in his latest stab at a novel.

All he's feeling when he gets there, though, is his soon-to-be-wife's impatience with all of his creative angst. Not to mention his soon-to-be-in-laws' disappointment over their daughter's poor choice. (Sigh.) The whole trip feels like it's going to be a bust.

But then, on a late-night walk down a quaint Paris street, a clock tower strikes midnight. A vintage Peugeot putters up. A gaggle of French partiers in the backseat beckon Gil to join in. And whoosh, the would-be novelist is transported back to a Paris of days gone by. A Paris of flappers, all-night parties and oh so many classic writers. It's a Paris of the '20s, packed to the brim with dreams—and wouldn't you know it, it's home to a beguiling girl, too.