"It must be typical," the Parisian protagonist says, wandering through Montmartre crying. I lived in Madrid for a year post-grad, so yeah, like Noah Baumbach's Kicking and Screaming before it, this film, despite its reductive sentimentalism and corny resolutions (writing = experience, so why not write?), resonated with me and plucked some heart-strings (the Radiohead theme didn't help). Is the Euro-dream still alive?
stylistically it's kind of all over the place and has aged rather badly but I still loved it. I love that the main character is morally flawed and that scenes don't really push the plot any further forward, it's more just about building a world that the audience can live in for a couple of hours. You really feel like you're in the apartment.
"When you first arrive in a new city, nothing makes sense. Everythings unknown, virgin... After you've lived here, walked these streets, you'll know them inside out. You'll know these people. Once you've lived here, crossed this street 10, 20, 1000 times... it'll belong to you because you've lived there. That was about to happen to me, but I didn't know it yet."
The beautiful agony and angst of those transitional years. Beautiful, sexy, endearing, enthralling film. Perhaps a glimpse of how wonderful Europe could be if fuelled by the exuberance and openness of youth rather than getting bogged down with old grey bureaucracy.