In the 1960s, Woody Allen had spent several weeks in Paris for the filming of "What's New Pussycat", which he had written the script for Clive Donner and film in which he played the role of Victor Shakapopoulis, a frustrated intellectual in his love for Romy Schneider. Like many film actors who remained in France at the end of filming, he had failed him also moved to Paris. In "Midnight in Paris", which lit up the opening of the Festival de Cannes, it performs, forty years later, his dream - at least by proxy.
Gil Penders (Owen Wilson), talented screenwriter in Hollywood and up writer, suffers from the golden age syndrome. His dream would be to move to Paris in a Garret under the roof to write his novel. And if it could choose the time, EC would rather the 1920s. Unfortunately his fiancée (Rachel McAdams), she wants to move to Malibu.
Gil is on vacation in Paris, between a beautiful future father fan of the Tea Party, the right of the Republican Party (which deals with "zombie crypto-fascist") and a materialist mother-in-law who thinks that to spend his money and which the of aims is: "when you pay two cents, you to two cents." He would like to just walk the streets of Paris in the rain looking in his novel.
One night, slightly drunk, he sits on the steps of Montmartre when stops an old Peugeot filled with fuel to champagne club. Before the insistence of its occupants, he agrees to ride in the brinquebalante car.
By a mysterious shift of space-time, it is then powered in a delirious night where Cole Porter is at the piano, accompanying Josephine Baker. He new friends, Zelda and Scott, resulting him in a bar where Hemingway ends to be drunk while that pass Belmonte, the Bullfighter. Gil does not stand up to talk about his novel and it is led by "Dad" in the formidable Gertrude Stein, where it intersects furibard Picasso and a charming young woman, Adriana (Marion Cotillard), who was the mistress of Modigliani and Braque before falling into the arms of Pablo.
Will later, Gil cross the greatest artists of the time, Dali, Bunuel, Man Ray, table around a bottle of red. Bunuel will give an idea of early film - dinner guests can out of the room where they met - and takes place before the master, bewildered, the scenario of "the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie". When he sees leave a Matisse his eyes for 500 francs, he cannot help but comment on: "at this price, I'd take good five or six."
Of course, the nocturnal transects of Gil eventually put the chip in the ear of the father of the bride who hires a detective (Gad Elmaleh) for his future son-in-law. A nice guide to the musée Rodin in the delicious French accent (Carla Bruni-Sarkozy) comes to the aid of Gil. But the space-time has not finished to multiply the poorly. A highly gratifying film, in which it jumps in surprise surprise. It comes out dancing french cancan...