In an efficiently run universe, Criterion’s set would come with any film-school acceptance letter.
Give in to the "irresistible impulse" to put Criterion’s 600th spine number on your shelf.
In Paris Je T’aime, 18 renowned directors contribute star-studded vignettes about amour, each set in a different Parisian neighborhood.
The film is closer to the melodic élan of a Jacques Demy film, as wistful and fragile as a sand castle.
The disappointing extras shouldn't detract from the charm of Bogdanovich's lilting urban valentine.
This is comedy as death risk.