A writer visiting contemporary Paris is repeatedly transported to 1920s Paris.
This has been described as a romantic comedy, but there is neither romance nor comedy to be found. It's dry and drags its feet.
- 2:30 -- God that music is repetitive..
- 4:15 -- Imagine this city before the terrorism..
- 7:45 -- I already dislike this movie. It's awkward and unfunny.
- 9:30 -- It's so odd hearing him without an English accent.
- 11:00 -- Oh, a little nod to the suicide bombings.
- 13:15 -- Okay, he's a douchebag.
- 14:00 -- Wine tasting
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance; therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
- 15:45 -- If she gave him his manuscript without his permission.. that's grounds for divorce. Earlier, he expressly refused that specific thing.
- 17:00 -- Find a major street, get a cab. Use a phone?
- 19:30 -- Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love - (1928 song), by Cole Porter
36:15 -- I ought to be noting the names of the various famous people being mentioned.. but I'm having a hard time enjoying this movie.
Half way in and it still hasn't grabbed me.. I'm ending this.