I went to a screening of Paris Je'taime last night at the Pioneer. I went in thinking I was going to love it (since I do in fact love Paris), and came out disappointed. It's made up of 18 shorts by all different writer directors. There are some big names. Alfonso Cuaron, the Coen Brothers, Van Sant, Alexander Payne, among others. The shorts were hit or miss. Some were really wonderful. Tom Twyker had one about a relationship between a blind boy and Natalie Portman that was really well done. I don't usually like her (probably because Jason starts to drool whenever she's on screen), but I thought she was good in this. There was another one by Walter Salles starring the actress from Maria Full Of Grace about a poor nanny working for an upper class diplomat. The nanny sung a Spanish lullaby to the baby that I can't get it out of my head. It was haunting and beautiful. Alexander Payne closed the film with a short about an American tourist describing her trip in broken-french. That was really cute. But other than that, none of the films seemed to have much meaning. I couldn't get my head around the overarching theme. They felt too distant from one another. The fact that they all took place in Paris wasn't enough to create one fluid longer film. Jason was asleep ten minutes in, and even though I was elbowing him in the ribs, I secretly wanted to join him.