Stuck in a Paris for some time, before he can head to Italy to hear the reading of his father's will, a man with a disintegrating relationship wanders the streets and meets old friends and the women in his life
This is an examination of the notion of "maybe life isn't how we remember it" and that what we hold dear means nothing to other people. The film specifically focuses on the main character and the women he loved. He is forced to realize that what he thinks happened is not what they think happened. It's a film that examines why love is nothing but misremembered nostalgia.
As good as the ideas and thematic threads are the pat and cliche dialog and situations that make you think it's written by a 20 something who has read about life and not lived it. I say that because director Nicolas Pariser has made some wonderful films over the year and I was shocked that he was the one behind this film. I read that he wanted to make a more realistic romance for people in their 50's but instead it's a damning look at men where all the conversations seem to all come to the conclusion that men just don't understand what really happened or how women feel.
Don't get me wrong, it's a well-made film with some very pointed conversations but it left me feel hopeless and broken and wondering why humanity is bothering to interact since ultimately, we are never really connecting.
If the film has any real problems, it's from the fact that there really isn't much drama, just a series of conversations where very little is shown, and everything is said. As a result, the narrative doesn't flow but lurches.
If you want heady discussions try it, but if you want an actual drama skip it.
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