In which Dad and I come at a movie from different angles.

He's watched Midnight in Paris like ten times the past couple weeks.


Dad: No, look at this scene, Sarah, look at it, he's going to meet Dali, see, here's Dali's cane -

Me: You know that this is basically a science fiction movie, right?

Dad: I know. No, you've got to watch this, it's great, he's going to tell the surrealists, "I'm from the future," and they don't see anything wrong with that! They're surrealists!*

Me: Why is it that when Mom and thegeekgene and I talk about books and stuff like this, you go, "Excuse me, ladies, I'm due back on the planet earth" - but you're all over it when it's by Woody Allen, and it's The Woody Allen Protagonist doing it?

Dad: And then Dali just keeps going on about a rhinoceros!

Me: I'll bet that all these people's biographers are really annoyed by this movie.


* (Dad does not actually know who Dali was. He's just quoting a line from the movie.)