Woody Allen always does this – he comes up with all these intriguing films. Here the protagonist, Owen Wilson, is a not-so-popular fiction writer. He is crazy about the city of Paris (especially in rain); that’s the place where he and his fiancée go and meet her parents. The fiancée is not too excited about her husband-to-be and always keeps abasing him in front of her parents and friends. Anyways, they meet another couple in Paris and go around museums and other such locations with them discussing art and history.
One day, the couple asks them to go out for a dance. He doesn’t feel like it and asks his fiancée to keep out of it too. But she wants to go, and hence, she goes. On his way home, a series of odd events occur. He is invited by a few people in a passing car, just after the stroke of 12am. And that’s when the Midnight in Paris starts. He meets F. Scott Fitzgerald, Zelda Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Pablo Picasso, T.S. Eliot and a whole lot of such famous people from the early 1900s in Paris. That’s exactly what he always fantasized about – Paris, dipped in rain, in the 1920s.