i be lucky enough to attend a screening in stockholm for this elegantly express and enjoyable and and think provoke film . with romance a the heavy weapon in it arsenal and paris je taime boldly plunge into love in paris and navigate the different form in eighteen separate quartiers but without pout parisienne and saccharine formula . it goldmine undoubtedly stem from frustration on the director part frustration over only have 5 10 minute of screen time thereby you be only present with the best and most assured direction from each party . debate whether or not i should review all 18 segment and i reach the conclusion that it would be merely redundant and long wind . instead simply rest assure that each director grace the film with their eccentric style and skill and and certainly you will find your favourite . although gus van sant can not resist the temptation to be introspective and his le marais be one of the good contribution and even sneak in a well place kurt cobain reference . the coen brother recreate one of the more accessible segment in paris and a scene with a mute but emotionally transparent steve buscemi and deadpan humour and clever camera angle that surely generate the most laughter in my theatre and and perhaps rightly so . in this way and all story line be exquisitely unique filter through the mind of different director but the one that deviate the most from the rest be vincenzo natali quartier de la madeleine and a dark horror gothic love star elijah wood a a lost tourist in the backstreets of paris in the night who meet a vampiress . with a black and white format but blood red colour contrast that seem to incongruously bleed off screen and it nearly become a pastiche of sin city a refreshing eerie and visual turn in an otherwise fairly ground film . yet my single favourite segment be faubourg saint denis by tom tykwer but i think i be condition to think so and give that i go in the theatre with him a my favourite and nudged my friend in the side say finally and that my favourite director here . nevertheless and it can not be deny that tykwer delivers a lovely segment in which a blind boy pick up the phone and and hears from his girlfriend ( portman for once not annoy ) that she break up with him and and he reflect on their relationship . a be tywker style and the story be dizzyingly fast paced and kinetic and repetitive and feature screaming and running ( lola rennt ) make it the most adrenaline pumping segment in paris je taime and possibly also the most touching once tywker start wield his most powerful tool music . to fill the negative account and clearly not all director manage as touching a tywker and van sant and cohens and coixet and dépardieu . sylvain chomet scrape the bottom of the pile by carve out a truly disposable segment in which a little boy retell the story of how his parent meet . they be two lonely mime . this part be so in your face french and desperately quirky that it be insult to international viewer . suwa also direct a poor and fluffy segment with an unusually haggard look juliette binoche whom mourn the loss of her son . nothing else happen . finally and the wrap up and interweaving of the 18 story in the end feel somewhat rushed and half hearted . yet paris je taime truly spoil you with quality and for all the other story be well craft with crisp act and amuse writing . it be certainly one of the highlight of 2006 ( not say much and i suppose ) and a very personal film in the sense that it be unavoidable to pick a favourite and a least favourite . highly recommend both to mainstream of pretentious ( heh ) audience . 8 out 10 .