Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris.






A wanna-be/coulda-been writer visits Paris with his fiance. The couple seems to epitomize the classic modern relationship; they love (lower case L) but they know not Love. The man is a dreamer. The woman is...she's hurt and broken yet driven - interesting; I chose those words to describe her - I do not mean to pass judgement. Her style and wants and desires are her own.


The man finds himself transported to 1920s Paris - within his fantasy and within his experience the man befriends the great writers and authors of the time.


But...then he meets Her. She's a lover - having an affair with Picasso. Yes, that Picasso. She defibrillates his heart. Within her company he finds himself - his truth. He finds courage and inspiration.


Have you met another so in tune with your thoughts, heart, and body you positively ache in their absence? That's what this guy is going through.


Brilliant and beautiful and touching - we choose our 'today' - we choose our 'golden age'. We look to the past as good and noble and perfect because today lets us down.


Choose your path to your golden age - waiting around hoping it happens brings a lot of 'less than'. HOPE for happiness...heck, "Hope" for ANYTHING is not a plan...it's not a strategy to find a the destination you desire