Boring and directionless

She was clearly an alcoholic, drug-dependent woman, the French guy someone who would clearly cheat on her. And she had no money, really no identity, and no hope at the end. Yet it was supposed to be a "happy ending." Because she found the guy in Paris. Right.

Absolutely off-mark analysis. She is not an alcoholic, she is a person suffering from depression who drowns her miseries in cynicism, cigarettes and wine. The "French guy" displays no attributes whatsoever that tell you he would cheat on her. In fact, he is the only one who can help her at the precise moment she needs someone. He is very upfront and clear with her about whether or not they will see other people (in the bathtub). She had no money because she worked and lived in Manhattan in a low-paying job she didn't like, and she took a risk for once, and a stand, without anything to back her up. She did this because she needed to feel alive, like herself, again, after being deadened by a dead-end job and life for so long. And you say she had no real identity? We really saw two different films. She goes looking for a man and realizes that he is not, after all, what she was looking for. It is PRECISELY at that time that he re-appears. As they say, when the student is ready, the teacher appears. If he had stayed in New York it would never have worked out because she was not secure in her own skin or identity, and had self-worth issues. When she becomes subtly liberated in Paris though social interaction with genuinely nice guys and feels a touch of independence and self-worth, she is ready to be in love. But not until then. And again, regarding your certainty that the "French guy" would cheat on her, you slept through the last five minutes of the film. The expressions on his face are priceless. When he realizes that she has been in Paris and not even called him, he is deeply hurt. And he says to her, "I cared so much for you. And I waited. And I never heard from you." He is clearly wounded and sad, thinking that she has no place for him in her life. If you saw him as a cheater I can only assume you visited your own scenarios about European men on him because he had a degree of style, confidence and sexiness. If you watched closely how he behaved when she had her anxiety attack, you would never think he was the cheating kind and see how he truly felt for her.

You really missed all of these subtleties. I'm sorry, but your assessment is remarkably shallow.


I am free. But life is so cheap.

I completely disagree. I loved this movie b/c its soo real. I saw myself in her b/c I am exactly the same as her (Minus the anxiety attacks)

I am single, attractive, and succesful yet I cant seem to ever stick in a relationship. Either men cheat or it just never lasts. Its hard and I sumtimes wonder 2myself what it is that I do wrong and this movie made me realize a few things about myself. I also give in to temptation with men as well.

You didnt like this movie becuz u dont relate 2 it which is good, I wish I didnt but I do. I have her same problems. She isnt acting like a 13 year old horny girl...she is giving into temptationt hat is hard 2 resist. Trust me I know. You may feel different b/c everyone feels different. It all depends on where we are from and how we are raised and our different societies.

This is one of my fave movies becuz it did sumthing RARELY any movies do, it taught me sumthing about myself!!









"I am McLovin"

For gods sake, it seems like most of you had no business watching this film in the first place. I could not disagree more with most of you. This film was exceptionally REAL and exactly what the daughter of John Cassavettes was after. I thought the dialoge was "refreshingly" accurate. I bought every minute, matter of fact am going to tear it out of it's return Netflix envelope and watch it a second time before sending it back.

Posey was a revelation. Mature, neurotic and soulful (not one of her usually insane or erratic characters.) She deserves an Indy Ocscar for this. The movie had me from the opening scene on...

If you like films in the vein of "Walking and Talking" and the like, you'll love this one! Don't listen to anyone here. The first nut on here saw it for free (what does that tell you?)

I had severl problems with this film. I thought it started out with a bang, funny, a bit of wit and good characterization. Then i started to feel like the music did not fit the film, felt jarring. Then i realized the director did not know what film she was making. The biggest problem with the film was the lack of a real cohesive tone. It never set up a real tone for viewing, continualy bouncing back and forth as a hodge podge of scenes from a sad comedy via sideways about a miserable sad depresed character, to an indie sex in the city comedy, to a find yourself inspirational drama, and it just kept flipping with each scene making the previous scene before it more derivative . . . etc . . etc. . .etc Just way way way too jumbled. A tone should have been set, scenes needed to feel more fluid instead of a bunch of scenes with good acting poorly cut together and continualy bounced totally changing pace, theme and tone too much. For example, the fortune teller scene, seemed sad sincere, then hokey and desperate, then boom the big glasses and casting off a curse dialogue in the beauty parlor completely ruined that scene, and still stand as one of the most pointless 5 minuts of any film i can remember.

I love Parker Posey and she did her best, and her performance along with the gret casting overall is the only redeemable feature of the film, but just not enough to fix a filmakers daughters inability to write a cohesive screenplay, and film a solid film. Zoe needs to take lessons from Coppola's daughter, just because daddy makes films, it does not mean you can. Coppola can Cassavetes proves in this she cant, at least not yet.

As it stands this is one of the weaker films from 2007's Sundance Festival, some good acting, but a budding filmaker with too many ideas and not enough organization for those ideas and themes just makes for poor filmaking.