This film is boring to fall asleep. Dialogues are well written, Bruel is adorable, older actors do the best they can to save the film but even Woody Allen appears to be unnatural, ill at ease in this MEDIOCRE film. Don't waste your time and money.
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Time Out says
Tue Jul 2 2013
When people wring their hands and ask why we Brits can’t make movies more like the French, ‘Paris-Manhattan’ is exactly the sort of film they’re talking about – a fun, fluffy, but chic romantic comedy that looks so effortless. Thirtysomething and single, Alice (Alice Taglioni) is a movie-loving pharmacist with a Woody Allen obsession. In 1972’s ‘Play it Again, Sam’ an apparition of Humphrey Bogart appeared as Woody’s agony aunt. In a homage to that film – or blatant rip-off if you have strong feelings on the matter – when Alice asks a poster of Allen for advice, his disembodied voice answers.
Her family, meanwhile, is fussing around trying to marry her off. There’s locksmith Victor (Patrick Bruel), who’s never seen a Woody Allen movie: is that a no-no, or a challenge? Her brother-in-law fixes her up with a hot, filthy rich financier (Yannick Soulier): is he too perfect? The story unravels in the second half and the dialogue is no match for Allen – or Julie Delpy for that matter, who with her spiky ‘2 Days in Paris’ movies is the dauphin to his brand of wit. But some sweet touches – Alice dispenses DVDs to her favourite customers along with their medicines (Ernst Lubitsch to one old lady with heartburn) – make this charming and likeable enough. And a cameo at the end is an unexpected treat.
Author: Cath Clarke