New York I Love You was supposed to be the companion piece to Paris Je T'aime, which I had the pleasure of viewing a few years back with a dear friend by the then name of Ashley Schuster.
It was twelve love stories that all took place in different areas of Paris. Each told a bit about the character of the place, as well as delivering a story about love in that particular area. Some were odd, some were sweet, some were sad, and some were just plain good.
In New York I Love You instead of having twelve separate vignettes, most of them were blended across the 90 minutes of film, and thus the careful viewer had to dissect the film and try to piece together who went where and with whom, and how everything folded together in the end. It was the sort of film that may have been fun to make, and perhaps the directors and the editors loved it because they watched it over and over and over again, but for me it was a big fat let down. so much so that I paused it about halfway through out of shear boredom to look up meaningless crap on the internet. So, if you are in the mood for a cinematic treat, rent Paris Je T'aime and cuddle up with a glass of wine while you wish for Paris memories.
If you are in the mood to pan a movie big time, rent New York I Love You and sit cynically with a pad of paper and a pencil to take notes as to why the movie sucks so bad.
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