Paris (2008)

If a French movie was sarcastically depicted in, say, The Simpsons, it would be this one. Starting with the title: "Paris". Kind of annoying if you happen to have seen "Inside Paris", "Paris Je T'Aime" and "Two Days in Paris" in the last 4 months. Well, I didn't expect much from this one and it still managed to disappoint me. A good director takes many stories and makes them converge into a convincing, well thought out plot. Here there are many stories, but they dissolve into Nothing, with a capital N. And way too many characters too, most of them thoroughly superficial and of no consequence at all. The movie is a succession of empty clichés about life ('seize the day') and about France (with the mandatory 'buy a baguette at the boulangerie' scene repeated ad nauseam) which slowly build up into an annoying and pretentious self-parody of a thoughtful movie. Juliette Binoche contributes her usual 'cow watching the train pass by' attitude and overall none of the characters inspire the least empathy. Actually, 5 minutes into the movie you couldn't care less what will or won't happen to them from there on. After an hour, nothing relevant has happened and you begin to wonder why you didn't say yes to that dinner party with your friends. Relief comes with the end titles, after 2h10 which feel like a teaser of Eternity. I'm not into car-chase and explosion movies, I do get my fix of Jim Jarmusch or Werner Herzog now and then. But this movie is definitely a must. A must-avoid. Trust me, you can do much better things with those 2 hours. I give it 3 points just because it's got decent music and interesting cameos of Paris. But all in all, forget it.

Fmovies: I saw this flick yesterday, and I have to say that I loved it. I am a big fan of Klapisch earlier work( Le peril jeune, Peut etre, chacun cherche son chat,...), but I am yet to see Russian dolls and the Spanish apartment.

I have found this movie in line with the other movies. Not frankly funny, but not only depressing. I thought that all characters are driven by one main emotion, which categorises them into the different stereotypes of Parisians: The intellectual, the artist, the grocer, etc. I have found hard to identify to only one, but rather you can connect with all of them at the same time. I have found out that all of the characters are, in fact, Paris, and I loved the movie for it. Klapisch is a great director and has always been able to capture a lot of complex emotions on camera. I have to say that he did it again in this opus.

His big talent is that he is able to make us reflect on our own lives through trying to understand his characters, and I guess that is why some people did not particularly like this movie as they were forced to have an inside look, but personally, I find it a great exercise.

The photography, avoiding clichés, is great and shows a different side of Paris. It is showing the Paris where people live, and not particularly where people holiday in.

All in all, a great performance by the whole cast and crew. Thanks again mister Klapisch!!!

This is a great, lovable film. I am still under the influence of it. Me and my girlfriend simply had to sit in a good restaurant in town afterwards to discuss it over a bottle of Chardonnay. This is so much about life! The director wisely lets the viewers to decide about some points that have been intentionally left in a subtle haze. And he does not want to teach us, does not want to moralize and tell us a great story. This is a fresh, very French movie which is just a great start for the new spring season. It is 130 minutes long, still a lot of people (including us) were reluctant to stand up at the end and leave the room seeing the "Fin" sign. Thanks Monsieur Klapisch for the great evening, and of course everybody who contributed his film, first of all the actors - all of them were very credible and smashing. Sorry if I sound overenthusiastic, but - for me - this was a great experience, indeed. I can only recommend it to everybody. Go, and see it, and make yourself a great evening!

Paris fmovies. To day I went to see "Paris" and hoped to win a trip to Paris from Sydney out of it! I had seen L'auberge espagnole and had no idea of the link! To top this, by accident I caught a french movie on TV to night perhaps already running for 10 minutes and it was Russian Dolls! Again I did not realise it was related, even called a Sequel to l'auberge espagnole! I enjoyed the 3 movies each on their own way. "Paris", my birth city, I did enjoy immensely, yet I could have imagine its story in any other city. Although it was nice to catch up with sites I have not seen for 25 years and left nearly 40 years ago, but to me it was very much this cocktail of people and their personal situation that moved me so much. Just like everyday life with its humor, sadness and pain all this with a comfortable music that actually did ease a little the pain. Again I thank those who write so well here and gave a concise and very interesting account of this wonderful film. I think one of these writings should appear with the main page of the film rather than tentative account like mine. Bu if by chance you are reading mine I'd like to let you know that if you go to see this movie, just go with the flow and you should not be disappointed.

...if Klapisch hadn't wasted his time on all the plot threads that run through this over-long film. From Karin Viard as the bakery owner with her new helper Sabrina Ouazani, to the overly macho fruit and veg guys (Albert Dupontel, Zinedine Soualem and Gilles Lellouche) with their supermodel day-trippers, there is just too much material for the modest little picture that this really is. Klapisch, I guess, wants to be the Balzac of today's French cinema, and he has much talent--I enjoyed Chacun Cherche son chat and L'Auberge espagnole--but he must be more selective in telling his stories.

I took away from this exercise the performances of Fabrice Luchini, the history prof who decides to go into TV work when the fabulous salary is dangled before his eyes (100,000 euros a year!) and François Cluzet as his harried brother, an architect working on a nightmarish housing development (the computerized promotion film of which is one of the highlights of 2008). Honorable mention to Julie Ferrier as the ex-wife of one of the fruit vendors.

Paris is a kaleidoscopic view of that great City of Light inhabited with a variety of individuals each of whom is consumed with life and love and living and dying. Cédric Klapisch has written and directed this richly populated canvas as a background of a tender story of a Moulin Rouge male dancer Pierre (Romain Duris) who is diagnosed with a terminal heart disease requiring transplantation if he is to survive. But in the end the many characters introduced in 'incidental stories' have become so interesting that, instead of providing simply a background for Pierre's portrait, they become an integral part of the drama as well as indelibly stamped on the viewer's mind.

Pierre has kept his illness secret, yet when faced with the dire concept of a transplant he confides in his sister Élise (Juliette Binoche), a single mother of three, who takes him in to fill his boring days of self confinement. There is a palpable magic between the two as Élise attempts to bring Pierre out into the world of hope and of living. Incidental to her life are trips to the market where she observes the lives of the grocers and discovers their private lifestyles, information shared freely with the viewer. A Parisian North African communicates with his brother at home with a postcard of Paris, seducing the brother to brave all odds to come to the city. We also meet a jaded art historian Roland Verneuil (Fabrice Luchini) whose father has just died, an event that devastates his emotional brother Philippe (François Cluzet): Roland proceeds to have an affair with a student but his physical awakening is abruptly altered by the realities of Parisian life while Philippe progresses through his seemingly mundane existence toward a surprise ending. The grocers seek adventures with a group of girls among whom is the ex-wife of one of the men and in the process we observe the varying reactions of interpersonal relationships tested away from the eyes of group participation. All of these stories are white noise to Pierre's situation, and though Élise is able to make Pierre 'dance again' at a party of his fellow dancers she organizes, in the end Pierre is left to care for Élise's children while Élise finally opens her frozen heart to a new romance. At this point Pierre receives the inevitable telephone call that a transplant is ready, and as he proceeds to the hospital he opens his mind to the beauties of Paris. Some of the vignettes we have observed are completed while most simply continue - just like life in the glorious city so often considered the city of love.

All of the many roles are enacted by gifted actors, the cinematography offers us a different view of Paris than that of postcards and travel brochures, and the musical score ranges from popular music to the haunting 'Gnossiemme No. 1' of Erik Satie which is Pierre's theme music. At times the viewer feels lost in the complex overlay of the many stories being told, but settling back in a chair and just absorbing the film results in an evening of Parisian intoxication.

Grady Harp