2007 FR Christophe Honoré
Musicals tending toward the more-natural have been made; this is not a good example. Leaps off the opening titles, and only flaps its wings toward the end. How boring! Paris, je ne t'aime. Dreadful songs, has the aura of cheapness on-the-quick. Film made in a few days (?) without vibrancy, without energy. Characters come and go, all cut from the same self-absorbed cloth—absorbing their own secretions. Only a young-adult French humanities student could love himself enough to love this. The last straw: they even cheat me out of my Ludivine Sagnier, giving me man-faced Chiara Mastroianni instead. No wonder the boy turns gay! Original title: Les Chansons d'amour.
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