Paris, Je T’aime features 18 short stories shot in various parts of Paris involving different casts and directors. I’m not sure if watching this after having watched New York, I love you made the difference, or not; but I thoroughly enjoyed this much more.
There are a few stories that reached out to me more than the rest.
Quais de Seine – a young french man striking up a friendship with a young Muslim woman despite poking fun at all the other women that passed by him when he with his 2 other friends. This story felt refreshing as usually, no one makes the effort to extend friendship to a person who shares no visible similarity with themselves. I enjoyed the innocence in the friendship.
Bastille – a man who intends on leaving his marriage for a much younger lover ends up staying with his wife after she reveals to him about the terminal illness she has been plagued with. He rediscovers the love he once felt for her as he tends to every need of hers, sacrificing his own happiness at times. I enjoyed the selflessness the man showed. The selflessness, love is supposed to stand for.
“A life he was planning to quit between the entree and dessert.”
“Every little thing had a different flavor, knowing he’d never be able to do it for her again.”
“By acting like a man in love, he became a man in love again.”
Place des Victoires – a mother grieving over the death of her son and seeks comfort by a magical cowboy. Poignant acting by the mother, I was moved.
“Where did you get this strength?”
Place des detes – a Nigerian man is nursed by a lady paramedic as he’s dying from a stab wound. He asks her to have a cup of coffee with him as he recognizes her face. He had apparently fallen in love with her since the first time he saw her. By the time she remembers him, and the coffee she had ordered arrives, he has died.
14th arrondissement – a woman’s love affair with Paris.
“Then something happened, something difficult to describe. Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.”
Paris, Je T’aime. Always.