Midnight in Paris and the Pull of Nostalgia

— Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011 —

If the opening chapters of the Book of Ecclesiastes were to take on flesh, the result would be something like Woody Allen. And now the angst-ridden filmmaker is back with a new movie, Midnight in Paris. The movie, while not Allen’s best, still manages to probe some questions that ought to be important for Christians.

In the film, a couple visiting Paris find their impending marriage doomed when the soon-to-be-groom finds himself in some sort of time-travel to 1920s Paris. I don’t think I’m giving much away by telling you he meets F. Scott Fitzgerald (and Zelda), Pablo Picasso, Gertrude Stein, and Ernest Hemingway. And, of course, he falls in love.

The film is entertaining enough, although not nearly so as Hemingway’s book A Moveable Feast, which takes you to the same setting with more force and more texture. What’s significant though, in my view, about the film is its central theme: the illusory power of nostalgia.

The central character believes he is somehow out of place in the twenty-first century. He thinks his life would be better if only he were born into the magical time of the Paris of the 1920s artistic and literary renaissance. This is a fairly common feeling. Jimmy Buffett, in his iconic song “A Pirate Looks at Forty” reflects on something of the same experience:

“Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late/
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin’ to plunder/
I’m an over-forty victim of fate/
Arriving too late, arriving too late”

What the protagonist in this movie discovers, however, is that a change in time doesn’t negate the pull to nostalgia. He finds that the people he meets in 1920s Paris are nostalgic too, for what they perceive as golden ages before their times.

Nostalgia is at the root of much of what goes on all around us. Some seem nostalgic for the myth of the old Confederacy, some for the myth of the 1960s. Some think we’d be better off if we could just get back to the “family values” of the 1950s, and some imagine a prehistoric feminist utopia somewhere back there when women ruled a peaceful agrarian landscape. And in our personal lives many of us imagine our pasts as being idyllic, and we wonder if we can ever get back there again.

Allen’s movie demonstrates the futility of all of that. Our tendency is to ignore the grace and glory of the present, and to ignore the brutality and banality of the past. That’s true enough. But somewhere in all our nostalgic impulses is, I think, something rooted in the gospel itself.

“Memory is hunger,” Hemingway said, and I think he’s right. Our warm memories, of times we have known or of times we wish we’d known, point us to a deep longing within us for a world made right.

This is the kind of longing C. S. Lewis points to as a sign of the truth of Christianity. Lewis craved heaven, for the great “northernness” he could see in the vast sky above him, but he tied that craving to a longing experienced first in nostalgia—for the changing seasons, for the stories of childhood, for the experience of home.

In the last of his Narnia books, Lewis shows us his vision of the end. It is not an escape from creation or a flight from the past. It is instead a more “real” Narnia, of which the older Narnia was but a shadow. Life in this present Narnia comes to a close but it isn’t “over.” It was preparing one for life in a new Narnia, in which the longings of home come to fruition, ever expanding into eternity.

We all feel nostalgia, and, often, we realize that this nostalgia is all too illusory. But that doesn’t mean we should squelch it. We are made for nostalgia for the future.

Perhaps behind all Allen’s angst there’s a sad longing for there to be a heaven. Allen seems to be saying, “Vanity of Vanities, all is vanity.” That’s an important word, a word we have. But there’s a Word after that.

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5 Responses to “Midnight in Paris and the Pull of Nostalgia”

  1. Lesley Gore

    This post touched a deep chord in me. From a very young age, I have felt out of place here, naively longing to have lived in a time like the pioneer days when people really loved the Bible, or the 1950s when everyone was nice and went to church (and wore shirtdresses everyday, but that is beside the point).

    It wasn’t until I was in college that I began to realize that if I had been a pioneer, I would probably have died already, and that in the 1950’s, many of those nice, churchgoing people thought they needed their own special bathrooms, water fountains and sections of the bus. Sin was just as popular then as it is now, and death was just as sure.

    Which led me to realize that what I was really looking for was a place where my family would be safe, where wickedness would no longer taunt OR tempt me, where all of the best things in life – worship of God, family, home, love, laughter, donuts maybe – would be permanent, and all of the awful things – death, sin, sickness, heartache, fiddleback spiders definitely – would be absent.

    My soul longs to be comfortable here, to relax, to put my feet up and believe that I am immortal. But all I have to do is open my eyes to see the curses of sin lurking all around me and, even more frightening, around my family. My children…

    And that’s when I cry out for a Savior, for a promise, for hope. It is undeniable – the only sure hope is in the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and while the journey to follow Him can be excruciating, the tastes of eternity are delicious. (And the help of the Comforter is not to be missed!). To be honest, the getting-there still slightly terrifies me, but I cannot wait until my faith is made sight.

    Thank you for another thought-provoking post.

  2. Grant

    Great post, I saw the movie and enjoyed it very much! I left surprised with how clean it was comparative to most other contemporary films.

    As I watched the movie I found myself being pulled into CS Lewis’ sermon “The Weight of Glory,” especially when considering the vivid pursuit of pleasure by all the characters in the movie. Allen portrayed, correctly, that people during all prior time periods had longings which they could only hope might find fulfillment in another time. I think its interesting they all looked to the past - i see this to be a longing for the Garden - the way things use to be. What truth!

    Backwards I think, however! Because, Gods word instructs us not to look backwards, but forwards to life with God where every desire ever known will be satisfied, to the praise of Gods glorious grace!

    Thanks Dr. Moore, I always appreciate your analysis!

  3. Josh

    Interesting thoughts and intuitive analysis.

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