2 Days in Paris
| Year: | 2007 |
| Production Co: | Polaris Films |
| Director: | Julie Delpy |
| Writer: | Julie Delpy |
| Cast: | Julie Delpy, Adam Goldberg |
Like a smart American in Europe Two Days in Paris - written and directed by star Julie Delpy - has a slight sense of superiority we normally see in the work of directors like Roger Avary and Woody Allen, that we're getting a very privileged glimpse at far more intelligent people who lead much better lives than us.
When Marion (Delpy) and Jack (Adam Goldberg) arrive at her parents' house for a two-day stopover after a European holiday before they return home to New York, we're given a fly-on-the-wall glimpse at the vagaries of their relationships and jealousies as former lovers, family and language barriers all trip over each other to conspire against them.
Goldberg is a quintessential Woody Allen archetype, a smartarse New Yorker secure in nothing but his superiority to every other nationality, but paranoid enough to realise how every other nationality consider Americans uncultured buffoons. He even riles against the stereotype himself, when a group of badly dressed American tourists on a cheap Da Vinci Code tour assume he'll help them with directions because of a patriotic bond but who have no idea when he directs them on a wild goose chase that will get them lost.
His sarcasm and wit generate most of the film's laughs and Delpy manages to hide her intentions as a director, the movie neither an obvious love letter to her home city nor a treatise on relationships but somehow both.
When Marion (Delpy) and Jack (Adam Goldberg) arrive at her parents' house for a two-day stopover after a European holiday before they return home to New York, we're given a fly-on-the-wall glimpse at the vagaries of their relationships and jealousies as former lovers, family and language barriers all trip over each other to conspire against them.
Goldberg is a quintessential Woody Allen archetype, a smartarse New Yorker secure in nothing but his superiority to every other nationality, but paranoid enough to realise how every other nationality consider Americans uncultured buffoons. He even riles against the stereotype himself, when a group of badly dressed American tourists on a cheap Da Vinci Code tour assume he'll help them with directions because of a patriotic bond but who have no idea when he directs them on a wild goose chase that will get them lost.
His sarcasm and wit generate most of the film's laughs and Delpy manages to hide her intentions as a director, the movie neither an obvious love letter to her home city nor a treatise on relationships but somehow both.