Thoughts After Watching ‘An American in Paris’ on the Big Screen

by shewastheyoungamerican

Andres, his dear friend Aubrey and I decided Wednesday night was a good night to go to BFI Southbank and see an old classic film. Here are some things I felt after watching this gem of a movie:

  • It is eerily accurate about what it’s like falling in love with an artist. More often than not, us ladies (or gents, whatever your preference) will play the role of Milo. The bold, yet emotional type who easily falls for artists, but is crushed by said artist’s desire to only want what they can’t have. Or, someone hotter than you. Or just something else. Whatever.
  • If you are the lucky guy/gal to be the Lise of your own musical film fairytale and to actually snag the brooding, and incredibly toned dancing painter-type, be forewarned the passion and can’t-live-without-you-ness is often short lived. Artists are creatures of habit and their habit is often to lose interest and move on. (I’m not bitter, I swear!)
  • Gene Kelly, they just don’t make ’em like they used to.
  • A man who can dance is as wonderful as a man who can cook.
  • I think I’d rather be in Paris than London.
  • ” Now what have I got left? Paris. Maybe that’s enough for some but it isn’t for me anymore because the more beautiful everything is, the more it will hurt without you.” If this isn’t true, I don’t know what is. When someone breaks your heart, no matter where you are, everything seems less bright. The wonder of a place is so much entrenched in who you share it with. And when a person leaves you, sometimes all you can see is them. And it hurts like hell to know they’re gone. They are somewhere else, probably falling in love with someone else. Or being taken to America by a French singer to get married. That happens sometimes.
  • People seemed to like us Yanks a whole lot more back in 1951.
  • Seriously, is there anything more delicious in the morning than a hot cup of coffee and a warm croissant with a big slab of butter?
  • It feels good to watch a movie where I can be as cynical or as wide-eyed and romantic as I want to be.

It also has the longest dance sequence in cinematic history. More than 17 minutes. Eat your heart out, Step Up.