Last night I watched "New York, I Love You." I'd been dying to see it ever since I first heard about the project. 12 stories, different actors and directors for each one, all set in the title city. It was everything I hoped it would be.
It's not that I loved every story or every actor. It's somehow bigger than that. I love it because it shows the interconnectedness of our lives. It shows a few simple moments when two people's lives touch, unexpectedly, and good or bad, how it affects them. Other stories showed a simple snapshot of a relationship.
I watched Robin Wright Penn's heartbreaking rawness, an earnest Anton Yelchin and a broken Julie Christie. I loved watching a sweet, old couple shuffle down a busy street together just as much as I liked watching two New Yorkers share a cab or a cigarette break.
If you get a chance to see it, I'd definitely recommend both it and its wonderful predecessor "Paris Je Taime."
Photo from New York, I Love You.
1 comment:
I loved Paris Je T'Aime and this one didn't last long in the theatre. I look forward to seeing it soon.
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