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Paris Can Wait: This Is Not a Review

Paris Can Wait

Diane Lane and Eleanor Coppola during the Q&A for Paris Can Wait, May 13, 2017 at Arclight Hollywood.

This is not a review of Paris Can Wait. It’s a review of a review of Paris Can Wait. It’s a review of a review by Jeannette (almost wrote Meannette) Catsoulis: “‘Paris Can Wait,’ at Least Until After the Crème Brûlée.”

I have several problems with this review, but my main one is the disconnect between the reviewer’s opinion and the film she describes. The problem begins even before the review begins:

  1. The caption, “Diane Lane and Arnaud Viard on a gastronomic odyssey in ‘Paris Can Wait,'” doesn’t quite fit the image, does it? In other words, where’s the food? Yes, there’s a lot of food and eating thereof in the film, but it’s only part of the “odyssey,” as this image from the film proves.
  2. This “reviewer” gets paid by The New York Times to write snarky “reviews” accusing fictional characters of “gustatory privilege.” Who’s privileged?
  3. “What follows is a Michelin-starred commercial for French cuisine gussied up as Anne’s journey of self-discovery.” Is it too much to ask that a reviewer make some effort to understand a movie before dissing it? This is not a film difficult to understand. “Stop and smell the roses.” That’s it. Roses, lots and lots of fragrant roses, are all over this movie. Hard to miss, yet, somehow, this New York Times, newspaper of record reviewer did.
  4. “Anne… [no] more than a bland accessory who lets men tell her what to eat.” This is inaccurate for not just one, but several reasons. First, there’s only one man, Jacques, who acts as her guide to all things “gustatory.” Second, she doesn’t eat everything he orders. Third, she can’t read the menu because it’s in French. Fourth, she ends up with a lot of chocolate and it’s because of what she wants, not him. But what this reviewer says is mostly wrong because it ignores what happens in the end: the role reversal that happens when Anne becomes the guide because she knows more about the Cathedral she and Jacques visit than he does. A lot more.
  5. “When not inhaling jus d’agneau and crème brûlée… the two visit famous landmarks and exchange flirty glances. But when Anne finally peels off her pantyhose, it isn’t to indulge in a roadside quickie; it’s to repair the Peugeot’s broken fan belt.” Rather than snark, Eleanor Coppola deserves kudos for not making another conventional Harlequin-type romance movie. “Stop and smell the roses.” Trite? Perhaps. But true, profoundly true, nonetheless. It’s a lesson we can all take from this movie and apply it to our own lives, even if we cannot afford to make the same “gustatory odyssey.”

Written by David Kilmer

May 15, 2017 at 12:13 pm