A collection of short stories as told on celluloid, directed by different directors, each with their own small cast of actors and screaming with talented ones at that, this movie just didn't do it for me. There were too many moments, and not enough dots to connect the picture. Perhaps that was the point, how our lives are made up of these moments and that's just it. However, too many of these vignettes were too brief and hard to explain and it made it frustrating to watch. Unlike Paris je t'aime, the biggest character I missed was New York. I felt like there were just fleeting glimpses of the scenery rather than a true show of affection for the city. Very slow paced, even if dotted with one or two well written encounters. Excellent acting, waste of talent.
No bite: I'm sorry new York, N'pas je t'aime.
