It's about as close to Paris as I'm likely to get, it seems.
I hadn't seen it in years, and never really liked it much when I saw it.
But on the big screen, I have to admit, I really enjoyed it.
If you've never seen "Gigi" the guys at Project Rungay give a perfect synopsis.
Do yourself a favor and give it a read.
"Yes girls, it's Gigi! The story of a young French girl who finds love despite her grandmother's sick attempts to train her for a life of prostitution!
The year? 1900! The place? Paris! The Bois de Boulogne! The players? Perverted old Frenchmen and snotty high-priced whores in vagina hats! And oh honeys, this film is the holy grail of vagina hattery..."
That sums it up pretty perfectly.
Actually what I remember most about "Gigi" is that an older cousin of mine had been named after the heroine. She turned out to be a slut.
Talk about irony.
I expected a noon showing on a rainy Wednesday of a 50 year old film in a slightly dingy old theater to be a lonely affair, but it turned out to be standing room only.
I was shocked.
The crowd distracted from the movie, of course, but made for a...ummmm...theatrical experience of its own. The character arc of Jason's seatmate, for example, was particularly remarkable. She went from bitching loudly about having to sit in a wet seat (water bottle spilled, not incontinence...She claimed) to chatting curiously about the plot.
I think her bitchiness was preferable, actually.
Anyway, here are some pics from my car to the theater: