Movie Log: Paris, Je T'aime

Take sixteen filmmakers. Ask them each to make a movie about love in Paris -- any kind of love. The only thing is, each movie has to be about five minutes long. Mix, stir, and bake at 350. Two hours later, what you have is Paris, Je T'aime.

It's impossibly to review a movie like this without doing a mini-review of each section, and I wouldn't be up for that even if I hadn't sent it back more than a week ago.

The Wife and I enjoyed this: not all of the pieces are equally good (or equally to anyone's particular tastes), but they're all professional and have their good points. Nothing is substandard or particularly pretentious, and they're not allowed to overstay their welcome.

A couple of the stories are over the top in one way or another -- the vampire one and Oscar Wilde in the graveyard, in particular, were a bit silly. But even those were entertaining. Really, if you take a bunch of pros and don't let them go too long, the results are bound to be worth watching once, at least.

So don't expect any structure, and don't expect to love everything equally. But Paris, Je T'aime should have pieces that anyone willing to see a movie with French words in the title will love.