Midnight in Paris… again.
I’ve accidentally seen the Woody Allen movie, “Midnight in Paris” three times now. I really didn’t want to, it just happened.
Usually I’m watching Pawn Stars, but having to flip channels because, well… you know… Pawn Stars has like 9 minute commercial breaks and there is only a set number of Mesothelioma ads you’re permitted so see during your life before they have to put-you-down.
But then while I’m flipping channels I see Rachel McAdams, and she’s so very cute, so I stop to see what she’s doing… then there’s something about time travel, and this other girl, a very cute brunette with a French accent. That goes along for a while, and just as I start getting bored and I’m about to change channels, I see this REALLY hot French blonde who works at a book store. she’s obviously more model than actor, so I stay for just a little longer to watch her. She likes to walk in the rain, which I think is kinda cool.
Then… suddenly… it’s over and I’ve completely missed whether “The Old Man” lets “Big Hoss” buy the bowling ball cannon.
It just sucks. I feel hollow inside.