Paris was, of course, sparkling. As Kevin Kline wandered around Le Marais, sang opera with a total stranger on the banks of La Seine and crossed Pont des Arts I just wanted to jump on the Internet to book a flight. One way. The three principals gave us solid performances, good performances but I'm not sure the story warranted a movie. It was written and directed by Israel Horovitz, an American playwright and author. It shows its stagey origins. No doubt it would stand up well as a Broadway three-hander but I'm afraid I found it's whimsical melancholia all a bit too tedious.
