Reviews

My good spouse of many years said at the end, "If we ever go to Paris, let's watch a different movie about it first."

What a disappointment. Every line of sarcastic, cynical, needy character-non-development went nowhere.

Watching two good actors work so hard from start to finish to portray shallow one-dimensional people clawing at each other for validation and appreciation -- consistently either denied or bestowed and later betrayed -- was soul-numbing. We viewers learned that every possible opening for relational connection -- i.e., every chance that we might care about these narcissistic people -- would become just another set-up for recurrent emotional abandonment.

"This was written by a guy." I forget which one of us spoke the obvious out loud after the first ten minutes.

I found the most interesting characters in the film were the clever hotel security guys, who could think ahead enough to block the escape of these lying, cheating, empty, 60-something preschoolers. I wished the movie would have followed one of the security guys home and given us a story about a thinking human being with a learning curve.

A positive? Some of the views of Paris were enjoyable.

But for the rest of it, a horror-movie Ugh.