Gil Pender (Owen Wilson) is a successful screenwriter but aspiring to write a novel. He is a goofy, romantic dreamer that asks the unlikely, guileless question and is quick to spin a fantasy. He is vacationing in Paris with his materialistic fiancé Inez and his future in-laws, and is a little restless. He is in love with the city, and wants to move there, but isn't interested in following around Inez's pretentious friends, touring the typical Parisian attractions.
|Gil and Inez|
|F. Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda|
I'm a little taken aback and confused that this movie was nominated for an Oscar. It was charming and fanciful, but I'm not sure why it was ever considered to be worthy of a statue. However, I did really like this movie. It made my heart warm. I think I might even need to watch it again. Maybe THAT is the reason why is was nominated. Hell, what do I know.
I did feel that Owen Wilson was perfectly cast. He has always had that bumbling way about him, no matter what part he plays. His mannerisms actually reminded me of a younger Woody. And despite the fact that I love Rachel McAdams, she was loathsome in this film. Narcissistic and self-absorbed, dismissive, and completely obnoxious, I was really hoping and praying that Gil would give her the boot. It is a real testament to her acting skills that I hated her.
I believe the real joy in this movie lies in its deference for the arts. Anyone who loves the classic authors, musicians or artists will most likely feel themselves get all wistful and enchanted when these greats come alive on-screen, all in one place. It was a literary delight for me personally, in the perfect setting of Paris. I sat there with a silly grin on my face for the entire movie.
So Oscar material? Not really. A romantic feast of all things cultural in the Jazz Age? Absolutely.