I guess we're so used to watching mediocre movies that some can be pleasant to watch. That is the case of this one. The movie is plagued by lamentable clichés about France, French culture, and Paris. I think these clichés only exist in the imagination of some snobby new yorkers any more.This movie could be the work of a 25yo spoiled rich girl making a movie about life staged in Paris. Disconcertingly poor in terms of vision and message; eminently cliché in terms of its references. I'm not pro or against Woodie Allen - I find some of his movies good, some more repetitive and average. And I love Owen Wilson. So really, my review is not one of these anti-Allen ones. I just found this movie somewhat insulting to watch. Clearly the work of an aging man that has no problem showering you with old clichés and presenting them as enlightening.