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Alvy and Annie are alive and squabbling in Paris
on December 28, 2014
A bilingual cringe comedy about a pair of brittle New Yorkers whose two-year-old relationship is tested to the breaking point by a brief vacation. Comparisons to "Annie Hall" seem inevitable--Delpy's co-star, Adam Goldberg, is like a more robust, tatooed-hipster version of Woody; Delpy's not exactly playing against type as a talky, excitable beauty who's had pretty bad luck with men (we get to meet a few of them). I guess writer/director JD's to be commended for her honesty in portraying both her main characters through the disillusioned eyes of love gone sour, but past a certain point we didn't find it all that pleasant to watch.
Goldberg's character, Jack, is a snide, self-centered wuss who fusses about his migraines and sinuses and has to take cabs everywhere (prob'ly b/c JD has a lot to say about Paris cabdrivers). And I'm sorry to say that Delpy tries to level the playing field by making her own character, Marion, almost as annoying. It seems that Marion's freaked out by being back in a scene that she's outgown: she's felled by a panic attack at an art party, then 86'd from a café for picking a fight with one of her exes, then gets into it with a racist cabbie on the way back to her parents' apartment. The couple's terminal meltdown seems to be too painful even for JD herself--she excerpts the climactic scene in pantomime with voiceover...
Delpy's obviously a talented filmmaker who's done some great work as an actress for Kieślowski and Richard Linklater, but I didn't think the insights she has to offer here really justify spending 90+ minutes in the company of these foolish, unlikable people. The vignettes of the small-frogs-in-a-small-pond (so to speak) Paris art scene are kind of funny; there's a nice mean-spirited riff on doofy Da Vinci Codebreakers, a cute scene where Jack bonds with an ecoterrorist in a fast-food place, but all in all, I'd approach this one with caution.