Midnight in Paris Intro Scene

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Midnight in Paris Intro Scene

The first introduction scene and opeing credit dialogue from Woody Allen’s 2011 movie “Midnight in Paris”. The song is “Si Tu Vois Ma Mère” by Sidney Bechet.

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  4. Kuki Cha · Edit

    As a Parisian I can say: this is Paris, but not the whole Paris.

    It's a postcard Paris edited by an American for Americans. It's the Paris of a 75 year old wealthy and famous white male who likes to see himself as one of the last representatives of the Cafe Society. That Paris does exist, but it's hardly the whole picture, just one facet of the many ones the city has. The dirt, the noise, the poverty, the ugliness, the stress of modern life in a heavily congested megalopolis are left out as well as the youthfulness, the craziness, the innovative power, the capacity to constantly reinvent oneself… It's a carefully framed cliché – but there's much more to Paris outside the frame!

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  18. neoperseus · Edit

    Woody Allen has become intolerably self indulgent and spoiled. He chooses lily white actors, like Owen Wilson in this film, and yet he clearly insists on them becoming him. Bizarre and somewhat revealing about his psyche and self esteem.

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  19. Raphael Sarkissian · Edit

    As a french i can ensure you this representation differs completely to the reality. The reality is very sad, groom etc … as natalie portman once stated: Paris is full of arrogant citizens, who don't even make the effort to look at you when you pass by them. What a shame. Fortunately I would be an american citizen very soon.

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  20. M vC · Edit

    Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
    And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
    I'm one of your talking wounded.
    I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
    But I'm in Paris with you.

    Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
    And resentful at the mess I've been through.
    I admit I'm on the rebound
    And I don't care where are we bound.
    I'm in Paris with you.

    Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
    If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame, 
    If we skip the Champs Elysées
    And remain here in this sleazy

    Old hotel room
    Doing this and that
    To what and whom
    Learning who you are, 
    Learning what I am.

    Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris, 
    The little bit of Paris in our view.
    There's that crack across the ceiling
    And the hotel walls are peeling
    And I'm in Paris with you.

    Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
    I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
    I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth, 
    I'm in Paris with… all points south.
    Am I embarrassing you? 
    I'm in Paris with you.

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