One of my favorite movies is "Midnight in Paris." Owen Wilson plays Gil, a writer who transports back in time every night to what he considers the golden era -- 1920s Paris, where he encounters the Lost Generation and hangs out with Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Picasso, among others. He meets a woman named Adriana, and one evening they end up in Belle Époque Paris, Adriana's favorite golden age. They meet the painters Edgar Degas, Paul Gauguin and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, who suggest the Renaissance was the greatest era.
It's a film about our love for nostalgia -- something almost any Major League Baseball fan can relate to -- and our yearning for times other than our own.