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‘Paris Can Wait’ is a long, dull journey

Coppola, who has shown a sure hand as a documentarian — she made the superb “Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse” in 1991 — has turned in a poorly acted, colossal bore of a film that strikes wrong notes from beginning to end. Part naive travelogue and part abortive romance, it’s the story of a woman, Anne (Diane Lane), who is beginning to feel neglected by her husband, a big shot producer played by Alec Baldwin. Through a mix of circumstances, she winds up going on a road trip with one of her husband’s colleagues, a flirtatious Frenchman named Jacques (Arnaud Viard). Because Jacques wants to seduce her, a ride that should have lasted a few hours is stretched into several days — several very, very long days. Eleanor Coppola, who is married to Francis Ford Coppola, knows something about what it’s like to be married to a movie mogul, and in these early moments, there is the sense of looking behind the curtain. [...] it’s hard to feel too sorry for someone in a luxury suite, whose husband has apparently abused her by taking her to the French Riviera! [...] they drive. [...] we’re tied up in the back seat and forced to listen to them talk. When Anne tells Jacques that her vice is chocolate — of course, it is; an interesting vice is not possible for this character — he orders every chocolate dessert in a high-end restaurant and she takes a little nibble out of one or two. The movie wants us to see them as epicures, but they’re really just rich people, plowing through everything, valuing nothing.

Article by By Mick LaSalle (c) Entertainment - Read full story here.