Andrew Pulver 

Paris-Manhattan – review

Shades of Woody Allen do nothing to help this mediocre French comedy, writes Andrew Pulver
  
  


A low-octane French attempt to channel the spirit of Play It Again Sam. Alice Taglioni is a single thirtysomething holding out for Mr Right, while looking to a Woody Allen poster for advice. By itself, this would just be one of those workmanlike relationship films the French turn out by the yard; but all the Allen stuff throws its mediocrity into sharp relief.

 

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