Midnight in Paris Page #2

Oh, I see! And no global warming,

no TV and suicide bombing,

and nuclear weapons, drug cartels!

Usual menu of clichd horror stories.

You know, nostalgia is denial.

- Denial of the painful present.

- Oh, whoa!

Gil is a complete romantic.

I mean, he would be

more than happy living in a

complete state of perpetual denial.

- Really?

- And the name for this fallacy

is called "golden-age thinking."

- Touch.

- Yeah, the erroneous notion that

a different time period is better

than the one one's living in.

It's a flaw in the Romantic

imagination of those people who...

who find it difficult to

cope with the depressive.

- Yes.

- This is the nicest ring we saw.

Diamonds for a wedding band.

That's the way you'd have to go.

And then, everyone will see

it in the back row when

he puts it on my finger.

Oh, Inez. It's gonna be such an event!

- I only wish that...

- I don't want to keep going over it.

It's your choice. What can I say?

Gil is-- he's smart,

and he's very successful.

- He talks about giving that all up and moving here!

- Oh, yeah, he TALKS about it.

Well, that frightens me.

This is, of course, Rodin's most famous statue.

A cast of this work was placed next to his tomb.

Rodin wished it to serve as his headstone and epitaph.

- Is that true?

- It would be in Moudon. He died of the flu,

if I'm not mistaken. In 1917, I believe.

- Very good, sir.

- He's so knowledgeable, isn't he?

Yeah. So much of Rodin's work was influenced by his wife, Camille.

Yes, she was an influence, though

Camille was not the wife, but his mistress.

- Camille? No.

- Yes.

- Yes. Rose was the wife.

- No, he was never married to Rose.

Yes, he did marry Rose,

- in the last year their lives.

- I think you're mistaken.

Are you arguing with the guide?

- Yes, I am.

- Yeah. No, I'm certain, monsieur.

Yeah, actually, she's right.

I recently read a two-volume

biography on Rodin, and

Rose was definitely the wife.

Camille, the mistress.

- Yeah. You read that? Where did you...

- Yeah, I just read it. I was surprised

because I mistakenly thought, like you, that it was, yeah,

the other way around.

It's an easy mistake.

So, Dad invited you guys for a wine-tasting.

- Oh, it'll be so French!

- Yeah, yeah.

Paul is an expert on French wine.

- You're joking. Really?

- Yes, of course.

When did you read the biography on Rodin?

Me? Why would I read

a biography on Rodin?

I will always take a California wine, but,

Napa Valley's 6,000 miles away.

John, old boy, how are you, buddy?

Oh, hey! What're you doing here?

Come on. I can't stand that guy.

Um...How 'bout

- we try some more wine?

- Yes! Let's start here.

Now, which would you prefer here?

Well, I think we need to be scientific and just

start drinking them all again. I don't know.

- Why are your cheeks so red?

- What do you mean?

- They're not red.

- They're bright red.

Oh, maybe it's because of the

pheromones that you're giving off.

These pheromones are driving me mad!

- Stop it! Stop!

- Ahh-- Sex and alcohol.

- Yeah.

- It fuels the desire

but kills the performance,

according to the Bard.

Have you tasted the '61?

It is divine!

- Though, Paul picked it out. I didn't...

- What?

- What's happening? What's happening?

- Slightly more tannic than the '59,

and I prefer a smoky feeling

to a fruity feeling.

So, Carol-- Carol and I

are gonna go dancing.

We heard of a great place. Interested?

- No... I don't want to be a killjoy,

- Come on!

but I need to get a little fresh air.

Oh, come on! Come on!

Although if you're just gonna sit there and obsess

over where the fire exits are, then...

Hey! If Gil doesn't want to go,

I'll share Paul with you.

I am very democratic,

and Paul is a marvelous dancer.

If it's OK with you,

I think I just want to take a little walk,

go to bed, and then we'll do it another night.

OK. Alright, well I can go, though, right?

- You want to go?

- Well, yeah,

Yeah, I mean, I'm not tired,

and I've been dying to go dancing,

and I'll just meet you back at the hotel.

- I'll take good care of her.

- OK.

I'll get a cab. Taxi!

- OK, but you should take a cab.

- No, I'm not taking a cab. I'm walking.

- No, you'll get lost.

- OK, I'm gonna walk.

Is he a good writer?

I mean, have you read his prose?

- Well, he won't let anybody.

- He won't let?

Oh look, I mean, if he wants, I'd be glad to

look over his novel and critique it for him.

- That would be great!

- Would you?

- You know, I think that's what he needs!

- Yeah?

- Well, it helps.

- To have it read by someone. Yeah!

- And you wouldn't pull any punches?

- Well, I certainly won't be letting

you know I won't do that.

-No.

I do that about you.

See, but, the problem is,

when it comes to his writing,

he has absolutely no respect

for anybody else's opinion.

Really?

Oh, excuse me! Parlez-vous...

Do you speak English?

- Uh...Htel Bristol?

- Parle pas anglais. Dsol.(We don't speak English. Sorry.)

(Hey! Get in! Come on!)

Montez! On va vous laisser!

(Get in! We're going to leave you!)

- What?

- Come on, guy.

- I didn't hear you. What?

- Come on!

Come on, guy!

Get in the car!

Guys, I think you've got me mixed up.

Vous allez me faire fatigu. Venir!

(You're making me tired. Come on!)

I can't understand you.

I'm a little drunk! I can't...

What is this, an old Peugeot?

I have a friend who collects these in Beverly Hills.

Come on, have a drink. Come on!

- Come on, buddy! Come on!

- OK.

Give me your hand. OK.

Sit down, here.

- Let's go in. Paris, the city of lights.

- Allez! On y va!(Let's go! We're off!)

OK, now, where are

you guys taking me?

On va faire la fte!

(We're going to party!)

Yeah, this isn't quite fair,

'cause I've already had a lot of red wine tonight.

Mais dtendez-vous! Vous voulez du champagne.

(Relax! Have some champagne.)

I do like champagne, yeah...

Sant! Sant!(Cheers! Cheers!)

- The night is young. Drink up!

- I'm drinking!

- Have a drink!

Yeah, drink up!

[Cole Porter's "Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love"]

Let's fall in love

In Spain, the best upper-sets do it

Lithuanians and Letts do it

Let's do it. Let's fall in love.

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it

Not to mention the Finns

Folks in Siam do it - think of Siamese twins

Some Argentines without means do it

People say in Boston even beans do it

Let's do it - Let's fall in love

Romantic sponges, they say do it

Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it

Let's do it - Let's fall in love

- You look lost!

- Oh, yeah!

- You're an American?

- If you count Alabama as America, which I do.

I miss the bathtub gin.

What do you do?

- Me? I'm a writer.

- Who do you write?

- Oh, right now I'm working on a novel.

- Oh, yes?

I'm Zelda, by the way.

Oh, Scott! Scott!

- Yes, what it is, sweetheart?

- Here's a writer, from, um... where?

- California.

- Scott Fitzgerald, and who are you, old sport?

Gil...the...

You have the same names as...

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