I watched Midnight in Paris last night – twice!
It’s about an Hollywood screenwriter who discovers a secret portal to Paris in the 1920’s where he can hang out with his heroes – Hemmingway, Bunuel, Dali, Picasso, Fitzgerald, Stein, and everyone else from that scene back in the day. I felt so instantly drawn to it. Things that the protagonist was musing about are some of the very same things that have gone through my own mind. If the movie was about filmmaking, or directing, I doubt I’d have felt such an affinity for it.
Guess that informs me something about myself.
It goes a bit deeper than that though. Though the plot was different, the style, the subject, the tone felt similar to a screenplay I finished last year, (That Moment in Between) but never really shopped around. I figured I was just being vain. Then I watched the credits again. Written & directed by Woody Allan.
My screenplay had been described by an Hollywood reader as ‘Annie Hallesque’. At the time I had no idea what he meant by that, so I watched the movie and got my answer. I’ve never really studied Woody Allan’s work. I can feel myself attempting to channel Joss Whedon when I write, but certainly not Woody Allen. I would not describe him as an influence. Yet the similarities are there.
And this is the part of the article where I cringe at my own words. Woody Allan is an international success who’s career has spanned decades and I am an unknown writer. I worry that I’ll sound like I’m inflating my own self importance by putting myself in the same sentence as him. Really I’m not.
‘Moment’ remains at a first draft stage. I haven’t touched it in over a year. Seems to be a theme with me. I guess what I’m stumbling towards is the realization that I am inspired to crack it open again. Give it another pass, then put it out there to see there’s a market for it.
Just gotta make the time for it.