September 18, 2009
A Sick Man Embracing a Cityâ€™s Life, Just as His Own Is Threatened
By STEPHEN HOLDEN
In â€œParis,â€ CÃ©dric Klapischâ€™s sumptuous Gallic comedy, the camera, whether surveying the landmarks from on high or peering out of an apartment window at the passing parade, becomes a surrogate for a first-time visitor to the City of Light. Both a Parisian answer to Woody Allenâ€™s â€œManhattanâ€ and a multicharacter mosaic in the mode of Robert Altmanâ€™s â€œShort Cuts,â€ the movie sprawls invitingly across the screen like a glowing Impressionist painting. Instead of George Gershwin, Erik Satie supplies the signature music.
But â€œParisâ€ is much lighter fare than either â€œManhattanâ€ or â€œShort Cuts.â€ The film glosses the psyches of its likable characters. Even when tragedy strikes, its outlook remains buoyant. People die, but life bubbles on.