Let’s all be really clear about something: being white is great, and being rich is great, and being white and rich is really great. It doesn’t solve all of life’s problems but either does being poor. We should all be so lucky as to get to a place in our lives where movies like this about flaneur-ing around Paris every night because it is too stuffy in our gold-gilt hotel suite and the foie gras just isn’t sitting right are the only movies we can relate to anymore. “Paris in the morning IS beautiful but Paris at midnight IS magic, please pass the mille feuille,” etc, etc. But until that day comes, remember how Woody Allen married his step-daughter?