Anna has just left Paul (Romain Duris) who, annihilated by the separation, moves back with his father Mirko (Guy Marchand) in Paris. His younger brother Jonathan (Louis Garrel), a casual student, still lives in his father's apartment and spends most of his time womanizing and fooling around. But what this apparent lightness conceals is a deep wound. Jonathan, in fact, has never been able to overcome the death of his beloved sister. Meanwhile Paul sinks into depression... Christophe Honoré has tried to create an homage to the French New Wave (Filming techniques included fragmented, discontinuous editing, and long takes. The combination of objective realism, subjective realism, and authorial commentary created a narrative ambiguity in the sense that questions that arise in a film are not answered in the end.) with "Dans Paris", but at the same time it becomes boringly ambitious and unexciting with an odd mix of humour and darkness which Honoré doesn´t manage to merge in a satisfying way. The moral that love, a little bit of help from your family and chicken soup can cure depression is maybe something hopeful, but yet too much of a sweet tale in my eyes. All the actors go all in and do a fine job, it´s just the story and the production that doesn´t satisfy me at least.

Watching this is comparable to having a long sharp needle slowly going through your forehead for ninety minutes, but at least Louis Garrel is a breath of fresh air in this pretentious shot at a French New Wave film whose main character is insufferable (Honoré is no Godard).

Poignant et irritant a la fois, Dans Paris est un film qui nous perd au milieu avant de se reprendre a la fin.

So boring I didn't even make it to the 20-min mark. Life's too short.

Eu só conhecia Louis Garrel em seu papel no fraco e pretencioso 'Os Sonhadores'. 'Dans Paris' me fez ir com a cara dele, gostei da sua atuação espontânea, apesar de achar que o ator devia sair um pouco do esteriótipo 'parisiense blasé'. Esse filme retrata relacionamentos amorosos de forma confusa, pois é assim que relacionamentos são. Mostra como duas pessoas passam da felicidade à irritação, ao ponto de não se suportarem, e tem a clássica cena do casal que canta ao telefone.

Hmmm, so and so... I like French films with its characteristic chatter but this was not my style...

One star for Louis Garrel´s old school charm; half a star for the singing duet on the phone. The rest made me want to ask for my money back.

un classique d'honorà (C).

This movie is interesting and Romain Duris is brilliant as the depressed Paul but even one and a half hour feels too long for such a depressing movie. It really needs a bit more laughter.

what a wonderful and uplifting christmas movie. all girls who are just above not too dumb will love this movie. especially the indie girls. they'd eat this shit up until they're bedridden. i just liked it because it reminded me of my brother and the neo new wave style was cute too.

is a nice experiment really i like it

This movie is interesting and Romain Duris is brilliant as the depressed Paul but even one and a half hour feels too long for such a depressing movie. It really needs a bit more laughter.

Le film Parisien pas excellence (classe sociale supp). Des acteurs brillants qui oscillent entre deprime et joie de vivre.

What about a movie that desperately wants to be nouvelle vague but instead is a dull and french cinema clichéd ride.

I liked this movie, which isn't much of a surprise considering that "Franny & Zooey" is one of my favorite novels.

So spectacularly dull that not even Louis Garrel's penis can save this one.

Un film PARISIEN avec un grand P sur Paris, réalisé par un amoureux de Paris avec des acteurs Parisiens, des effets spéciaux Parisiens, des dialogues Parisiens, au lyrisme Parisien aux accents Parisiens en hommage au cinéma Parisien, à la nouvelle vague Parisienne, aux amis des Parisiens,tout en faisant l'éloge à la culture Parisienne ... Et pas du tout MASTURBATOIRE, AUTO-COTEMPLATISME et NOMBRILISTE !!! Christophe Honoré m'avait fait espérer le renouveau du cinéma Français avec " Ma Mère" et m'a complétement désenchanté avec celui-ci, en rejoignant les rangs des nombreux cinéastes Français médiocres. L'unique petite étoile est attribuée à Guy Marchand (toujours impeccable) et la beauté mature de Marie-France Pisier.

Not really a fan. Too much brooding, couldn't get into the characters, trying too hard, etc.

A drama about a French family, with all its particularities: a depressed man, recovering from the break of his marriage, his brother, a lady's man, the father, who doesn't know how to react at all of this, and for some short peroid, a mother who has left them for another life. It has some good dialogue and an interesting script, but I do not find it fun enough, and even if some parts are very, truly deep they lack a real source of emotion. <i>_{Paul: I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually. Alice: You mean sadness is put inside us at birth? Paul: Yes. Alice: Like eye color? Alice: Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone. </i>}

A little too depressing for my taste!