Midnight In. Paris Fixed

The film argues that every generation suffers from "Golden Age thinking." In the 1920s, the characters long for the 1890s. In the 1890s, they long for the Renaissance. There is no "perfect" time because our dissatisfaction is internal, not temporal.

So find your own Pont Alexandre. Bundle up against the cold. And when the clock strikes twelve, step outside. The golden age is waiting for you. midnight in. paris

The city breathed silver at midnight. Streetlamps haloed the pavement, and the Seine slid by like a slow secret. He stood on the Pont Neuf with his coat collar up, listening to the soft clack of distant footsteps and the whispered rattle of a café closing. A cigarette burned down between his fingers, its ember a tiny rebellion against the cool air. The film argues that every generation suffers from