The Frame

I’m starting to become concerned about my infatuation with French film. And it’s only gotten worse in the intervening months. It’s like, if it has a French accent and is set in Paris, I automatically love it. Avenue Montaigne played into that infatuation perfectly, telling a quiet and simple set of intertwining stories situated around the Theatre des Champs Elysses in Paris. A young country girl takes a job for a little cafe next to the theatre, befriends a concert pianist who wants out of the demanding profession and an actress hoping to move from soap operas to films, falls in love with a man whose estranged and ailing father owns a nearby antique shop, and I know there are a couple of other aspects I’ve forgotten. The whole thing has a charm and grace that makes it, if not a great movie, a delightful experience. And put me just a little bit more in love with Paris.
Well Above Average