A very pleasant, kind and touching film by Cedric Klapisch "Paris", 2008, which has already been written, and I join, I liked the film. He is so unobtrusive-life, everything in him is intertwined, as in life: life-death, luck-depression, love-dislike. Before us are episodes from the lives of several people, somewhere very far from each other, somewhere literally touching each other. The film tells us to live in the here and now, because in a moment everything can change. And, of course, eternal and beautiful Paris.
“They don’t understand how happy it is to walk around Paris like that.” The phrase in the finale of the picture. If you do not dwell on Paris, these words can be addressed to each of us. In the bustle of problems, the frantic rhythm of life, we do not notice, we lose everything truly valuable and important for us.
The episode is about tangerines, "grown and brought from all over the world, which lie next door ... and somehow get along ..." If only people could do that... The episode is simple and "passing," but the comparison, or regret, is very true.
The film is made up of several stories of different people. Their stories, destinies can overlap, they can part again, or they can just pass by each other from day to day. And you don't doubt the reality of every story, they're real. And each story remains unfinished, “open” to the Spectator, there is no unambiguous happy ending or drama. I like the ease of incompleteness.
This is a film about each of us, a film about love and love of life. Mood movie... Thank you to the writers for this mood, even a little sad. . .
This is a beautiful film by the brilliant director Cedric Klapisch. Life and death are at the heart of the story. A film for a deeper understanding of life, its simple things and the ability to enjoy what is now, the simple. The ending of the film is brilliant and awakening, the soundtrack at the end is very accurate. Romain Dury here simply brilliantly conveys the state of the hero. I have watched it for a long time, but I revisit it from time to time as a reminder not to fall asleep in an infinite number of mental insanity, seemingly natural, but deviating from life.
There are movies that you watch — and apart from the plot, you also immerse yourself in the atmosphere of the place — if it's a real place, Paris, like here, or another city. I remember “Before Dawn” – where the hero and heroine walk around Vienna all night. But there’s too much talk and there’s more balance (and diversity) in Paris.
The movie is multi-figure. There are about a dozen characters, each with their own story. These stories overlap with someone, someone not particularly. All the characters are united by a place (Paris) or aspiration for it (one character travels across Africa to get there).
A mixture of sadness and joy. Although both may not be the deepest, it’s still nice to watch. The touching line of a man who has heart disease and stands on the balcony all day watching people. And the mischievous line of the intellectual historian, who fell in love with a student, pursues her with texts with Baudelaire’s poems, and she first resents, then accepts his courtship, and in the end it turns out that for her it is only a curious experience, and in fact she has a peer boyfriend.
But the girl is really pretty, with a very French charm, so it must have been worth it. (And don't forget about Baudelaire.)
Interesting to see the details. For example, in the bakery heroes take only baguettes, although there is plenty of other bread. Food is always bought in the market, not in supermarkets. These little things make up life. Even if you don't know Paris at all, at least you can relate to it so little.
The picture gives an opportunity to see Paris a little from the other side, from the everyday, where there is a place for life dramas and endless depressions - our existence in all its glory. Of course, it survives not only somewhere out there, in popular tourist capitals, similar manifestations of life exist in my village, so most likely the film is not about Paris, although the advertising of attractions is so bright and intrusive, we are talking about frailty as such, but especially there is a great directorial desire to shatter all these pink glasses. Klapiš makes it clear in a very irritated tone (for some reason it seemed to me so) that his homeland is not only Paris, with this tower and similar museuminess, but first of all people are the main asset of the country, from which we need to begin acquaintance. We Russians are annoyed by all these balalaikas, endless liters of vodka and bears walking freely through the streets - I think the French also have every right to some indignation, because it is very disappointing when a rich history, along with the population, cheerfully merge into a second-rate romantic swamp.
The only drawback of the picture is a very capped acquaintance of the heroes. I can’t feel the drama, but I really want to. But a big plus follows from the minus - the viewer is more and more sucked into this quagmire of problems, into the atmosphere of real life, so if you sat down just to relax at the screen, then the picture is clearly mistaken, the effect will be the opposite.
Many people dream of seeing Paris and dying. This city is known as the capital of romance. Of course, for people coming there from different parts of the world, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame de Paris, the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre and other places are more than for residents of the French capital. For Parisians themselves, these beautiful and popular places are historical sights. In the film, we hear that city experts are ready to vulgarize the story for the benefit of the rating, and ordinary people just soaped their eyes and no longer sees any romance in this.
As in any other metropolis, life is not for everyone and not everywhere covered with capital gloss. The people of Paris, as well as all people, work hard, nervous, mistaken, suffer from everyday problems. The picture tells us the stories of different people whose lives are interesting in their own way. We have to watch these stories together with the hero Romain Dury, whose life is tragically coming to an end.
Beautiful panoramas, wonderful shootings, soundtracks, everything has to itself. The film seems easy and pleasant, leaving a pleasant impression, but a note of understatement leaves room for reflection.
A thousand faces not only in Paris, people all over the world live differently, but experience the same problems and it is possible that one of the stories of these Parisians will be familiar to you.
They don’t understand what happiness it is. It is easy to walk around Paris...
Air soaked in the smell of fresh pastries and flowers. Trees planted in the park as if using a barbell, are deprived of the last leaves. Everywhere there is calmness and light peace. Sellers make jokes about the hairstyles of customers, they smile in response. The homeless people sing on the go, trying to get some attention from the ladies passing by. Someone is in a hurry from work home, and someone has to work. From above he watches everything, no, not God, but only a young dancer Pierre. He doesn’t have much time left to live, and it seems that only he is here and now understands the value of living in this place. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Paris. A city where everything is primary and everything is secondary. A city in which people do not throw out emotions in vain, no matter how bad they feel. A city that will change you no matter how much you resist. And finally, the city, literally created to write about it artwork.
It is not known how much time Cedric Klapisch spent walking around Paris, but it seems that this number is absolutely obscene. Of course, you can not know about the city, especially such a metropolis, absolutely everything, but the director is close to this. Anyone, even the most dull militant, adds to contemplation, if his place of action is the French capital, when this property of beauty becomes the main thing - it eclipses everything. Telling us a story that could be safely divided into novels, Klapish competently prioritizes, literally throwing clues for a literate viewer on the entire volume of the narrative. There are no poor and rich, sick and healthy, happy and unhappy. The very notions of poverty and happiness get distorted when you're in Paris, and it's the city here that's the protagonist. Faced with the foreheads of a story about a scientist who earns hundreds of thousands of euros and can easily train the prettiest student on the course, but at the same time considers himself “unhappy”, and a terminally ill person who is “happy” from the mere thought that he was able to call and confess his love to the one who has not heard for ten years, the director as much as possible avoids talking about worldly and mortal. Despite the fact that the heroes are the most ordinary people, it will not work to consider their fates, operating with trivial concepts. Why couldn’t we make the same movie in Rome? And this question is not rhetorical at all - it did not give me peace of mind for a certain part of the time. The answer lies in halftones. Without pushing the Eiffel Tower and other sights, signs in French and national dishes at the table, but gradually introducing new characters into the plot, Cedric Clapis clearly explains his vision of the soul of a French man. And the mosaic would not have worked without any of them. Whether you are a native of the city or a black immigrant who recently sailed on a makeshift Gibraltar raft, everyone is equal to the City. And the sooner a person realizes how many wonderful discoveries Paris has reserved for him, the more pleasant moments he will have in the future.
Undoubtedly, the film would not have been successful only thanks to Clapisch’s insight, but when one of the main characters flips through the family album under Wax Tailor, the plans of the city are filmed juicily and inventively, and in the faces of each of the actors, some other cool French cinema is recognized, the heart beats faster, and the soul glows. Having invited a bunch of stars of the modern acting workshop to the project, the director stepped on thin ice, because one does not need to go far for examples to remember the failures with an excellent, as it seemed, cast. But everyone here did a good job. Breaking the story into short stories speeded up the filming process, and if not for the final scene, one would assume that some of the actors did not even meet each other on set. There's nothing non-French in the film. If a classic sounds against the background - it is necessarily a French composition, if the lectures talk about world parks, then the editing of the film will include a piece of presentation about Parisian representatives, and even if we stealthily show Cameroonian slums, on the body of a young boy will necessarily wear a T-shirt not someone, but Zineddin Zidane. The thrust of coming to Paris to compare whether the city is really as beautiful as it is depicted on the postcard that my brother recently sent is what he lives now. Even a life of poverty in the center of France seems to him more desirable than prosperity at home. How many like him? Answer it yourself.
Like many representatives of extra-genre, purely contemplative cinema, the film is devoid of plot twists and a really strong script. Ineffectuality and metaphor in it often prevails over the clear completion of storylines. But what saves him is that Paris is a film about all of us. About our experiences, our fears, our successes and our triumphs. Told on the example of a delightful city, the story could well be adapted to any place on Earth, were it in skillful hands. Klapisch knows Paris as well as one of the characters in the film, and it would be sacrilege to devote his creation to another city. The love for the capital in particular and for France in general is in the blood of the director, and it is guaranteed to be transmitted to the viewer if he wants to penetrate. The open end of the story is the three-point that is needed here. To put a fat point could be only with a mutual farewell. And if people are willing to say goodbye to the city, the city does not intend to let its inhabitants go. “We’ll see each other again,” Pierre tells his sister before going for a heart transplant. And the viewer thinks to himself, "Yes, they will see each other." If not in Paris, it is in Paradise. If there is no Paris in Paradise, what is paradise?
Paris ... is a passion. Paris is a holiday, it's a song, it's a feeling. But Paris is also a job, a subway. Paris is brilliance and poverty, a slum. Paris is a city with a thousand faces. (c)
A film ode to Paris. But unlike many other films about Paris, depicting this city as bright and full of love and happiness, showing only its beautiful places, this film shows Paris as it really is. After all, Paris is a city like the others, where people’s lives are filled with sorrows as well as joys. The director throws at our feet the Champs Elysees and slums, smiles and tears. Here it is – Paris, multifaceted and different.
I loved all the stories the director gave us. They're all real. It's the way it is. Heroes are written off not from some fantastic figures, but from ordinary people, because such stories can take place in the life of any person. Therefore, the film is really catchy and it is simply impossible to remain indifferent after watching.
The film contains a galaxy of the most talented French actors of our time, many of whom I respect and love. This is the amazing Juliette Binoche, and François Cluset, and Romain Duris. I had only seen the latter in comedic roles and was struck by the depth of his performance in Paris. It was the first time I saw Fabrice Lucini, who I really liked and immediately remembered.
I will also note the beautiful music that emphasizes the mood of the film and plunges into a special state. I can’t even find the words to describe the full range of my feelings, but I think people who liked this movie will understand what I’m talking about.
The final scene of the film is very beautiful and I like such an open ending, which allows the viewer to come up with the conclusion he wants.
The film, despite all its seriousness and drama, weightless and light, despite the piercing music and palette of muffled colors, is very warm. The film offers us several stories, shows different people with different problems and at the same time has such a simple but capacious title - "Paris".
10 out of 10
I’ve never written a review before and, admittedly, this is the first. I never thought it necessary to comment on something as relative as cinema. Maybe because I don’t know how to do it correctly, or maybe because I didn’t think it was necessary.
I'm not excited about the movie. Because, first of all, I didn't quite understand his purpose. It is possible that the problem is in me, because everyone else sees it ' a deep meaning that makes you think'. If the purpose of the film is to awaken something in the back of my soul, give me maximum motivation and awaken a crazy love of life, then ... alas... Of course, I love life very much and am constantly convinced that it is amazing, but the film did not cause anything in me except a state of mild, incipient depression.
Second, why destroy the myth of Paris? How to say: 'It is good where we are not' and also: 'In someone else's garden and the grass is greener' In many films abroad idealized, and many viewers are tired of it. But who will be better off if we suddenly realize that things are not better there, and some things and some attitude (oh my God!) are even worse than at home? Not everyone wants to look at the world through rose-colored glasses, but such films simply do not leave a choice for those who still do not mind dreaming about the sincerity and well-being of people ' Somewhere in Paris'...
However, it cannot be said that everything is so bad. If you discard the first two ' but', the film is not bad, somewhere philosophical, and somewhere even instructive! Personally, I am attracted by such an abundance of storylines, main and secondary. And, of course, these stunning landscapes of Paris! If Parisians everyday life is no different from ours, then, at least, they can always admire the stunning views of the city. Of course, over time it becomes boring, but you can always throw away unnecessary thoughts and admire, admire. . .
P.S. I don’t recommend or recommend this movie. He's not bad, but he's not the best. A little tight. There is nothing special about it, just what we face every day – people, people, people... with their eternal problems. There is a lot of negativity around without it. So if you really want to spend these two hours usefully, do what you rarely do: go out for a walk, meet a loved one or friends. Enjoy it. Can you look at your city in a different way - suddenly, it is no less beautiful than Paris? . .
What do you think of the most desirable city in the world? What picture immediately appears before your eyes? Lights? They are yellow in Paris and then blue... red... endless. Bridges? They hide in the fog, and wet in the rain their exquisite girl sculptures, listening to the sounds in seashells. Chestnuts? They lead in slender rows into the alleys and depths of Paris, and their strong fruits are fried on the bars of the Negro and it is impossible to pass by without buying. Cathedrals? Their Gothic vaults and marvelous stained-glass windows make you throw your head up and catch a hat, hat, handkerchief that strives to fly away. Openwork balcony bars? Promenades? Quiet streets? You see yourself with someone who took your hand and led you down the Boulevard Saint-Germain to sit together in a small cafe for wine and coffee.
What do Parisians think of their most desirable city in the world? How do you manage to live your normal life? Buying a French bun, but not eating it, because you have been diagnosed with a terrible diagnosis, and you are so young and recently danced in one of the bustling Parisian cabaret, and now you have to wait ... and the doctors give little chance ... and all you have to do is play with your nephews and watch out the window someone else's life. To be alone and scream at your saleswoman because you are the owner, but she is young and beautiful.
Read a lecture and try not to look at the pretty student again. Sending her a text without signing up and watching her bewilderment, afraid to come up and open up... but open up, feel relief and a few weeks of happiness... but only weeks. It is joyful to roll in a cart for vegetable boxes of beautiful, stunningly norque-channel-exquisite ladies who suddenly decided on an adventure and do not mind that the lady agrees to go further ... and at the last moment remember the one that was not so refined, but gave you something that you will never forget. Sit in a corner at a noisy party, because you forbade yourself to think about a possible personal life, because you have three children and you are forty years old and, you have a lot of problems, and you have long been not happy and do not expect joy.
Ordinary people in the most desirable city in the world
A taxi takes a dancer to the hospital for surgery ... he looks up and sees openwork balconies, streets, cathedrals, chestnuts and clouds ... the sky floats over Paris, over a city that can, that can, that will not allow its child to abyss.