I started out thinking this is really forced and then I thought it was really self consciously cute and then I thought it was really unfunny and then I got to the point of hating it and then I wanted her to die.
Episodic and sluggishly paced, 2 Days in New York has no drive and no story tension and for some that won't matter since the film's manic energy seems to derive from the fact that everyone here talks fast and loud and often...
Julie Delpy's smartest move as a director is to feature Julie Delpy so prominently in her films. That endless reservoir of charm is drawn from yet again in her latest effort, an unnecessary but not unappealing sequel.
A meandering, spineless set of comedic sketches. Much is made of things like the name Mingus rhyming with cunnilingus, part of the general tone of candid sexual referencing that jars - not because it's shocking but because it is pointless
Like Woody Allen on speed, only with neuroses flipped into cocksureness and everyone bickering, bickering, bickering until you want to reach into the screen and punch them all in the face. It's nails on a chalkboard.