Paris Can Wait

It has its moments, but mostly it feels like being stuck in the backseat on a long car ride.

"Paris Can Wait" isn't exactly a feast, but it's a snack worth having.

Anne doesn't drive her own journey. She spends scene after scene passively letting Jacques tell her what to do, eat and think. And there's no detouring around that.

Perhaps worst of all are the limited expectations Coppola has for her own heroine. It's hard to love a movie where a woman finds herself from the passenger seat.

The film carries us along on a journey with people you would never want to have in your carpool.

It would be cheering to report that it's a great movie, but you can't have everything.

It all comes down to a beautiful postcard, with tasty places to eat. [Full review in Spanish]

. . .Paris Can Wait still leaves me hungry for more -- more substantive conversation about something besides self-indulgence. . .and more than a frivolous consideration of this middle-aged woman reevaluating her choices.

Paris Can Wait simply flickers away inoffensively in the background. It's just there.

An innocuous film for women where its protagonists travel, eating and drinking wine. [Full review in Spanish]

The scenery is very pretty, but the constant reminders from the French guy about how Americans are always in a hurry and should enjoy life more the way the French do make you want to reach into the screen and hit him over the head with a cheese platter.

This film could well be a series of bad photos with artistic pretensions. [Full review in Spanish]