"New York, I Love You" ...but not for what's in this movie (Guest Blog by Diane Medved)
Oct 15, 2009 07:10 PM EST
New York is a complicated place, and "New York, I Love You" offers only half the story.
It's rare that I can accompany my husband to a screening of a new film, given my criteria of no violence, no suspense and no slapstick. I was lured to this one by the promise of romantic vignettes set in a city I greatly enjoy. The second in a series of "Cities of Love" by "Paris, Je T'aime" producer Emmanuel Benbihy, this flick doesn't, however, spare any love for New York. [# More #]
In fact, a heartland viewer might think the Apple offers mainly bars, street chaos and desperation, that smoking is de rigeur, and nobody has a regular-hours job. The only religious people portrayed in the film--Hasidic Jews--are even weirder than their fur-cylinder hats: In that segment, diamond-buyer Natalie Portman confides intimately in her east Indian Jain supplier (Irfan Kahn), while perpetrating the ridiculous myths that kosher food is blessed, and that ultra-orthodox married women shave their heads. Though I've never lived in New York, I've been there countless times, walking the length of Broadway from Columbia University down to Battery Park. Family members live there; I've gone regularly over the years to meet with magazine and book editors, hawking my proposals or working on projects. It's a great place to visit, and even to live, I'd think, for a limited time, because the New York I've seen is nothing like the dark, dispiriting quest for connection the characters in this film depict.
That's why I left this movie feeling down. Perhaps half the NY story is pickpockets, struggling artists, smoking, an urgent play for sex and love, and those ubiquitous bars. Yes, lots of ugly things happen in a metropolis.
But equally available, and not even grazed in the film, are the energized achievers drawn toward an intellectually vibrant magnet; the clever designers, inspired artists, engaged thinkers who make NY the most stimulating place on the planet. Nowhere in this movie was there a family; only one child even had a role, in a single, confusing segment. Religion got its brief, bizarre appearance in that solitary Jewish piece, in which we glimpse the Hasidic woman's strange, slow-mo wedding reception, and learn the gem salesman's wife left to become a street-begging nun.
The five- to eight-minute scenarios, with no backstory or character development, conveyed the message that people in NY are flat, rude, hedonistic and socially inadroit. Artsy close-ups of lips, nostrils and drags on cigarettes get tiresome. Even watching Cloris Leachman and Eli Wallach as the obligatory long-married old couple is stressful with its nonstop monologue of nagging. Can't anyone be happy?
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FOR THE RECORD: I agree with the main points made by my always insightful better half, but I need to make clear that I liked the movie (overall) much better than she did. Maybe that's because I see so many more films than Diane does and, with most of them appallingly bad, tend to grade on a curve. In any event, I felt captivated by about a half-dozen deft, endearing characterizations in the movie which were realized with great economy and skill. As to Diane's point about the film underplaying the presence of strivers and creative types, I'd note that Ethan Hawke delivers a memorable role as a pretentious (but arguably talented) aspiring writer, while Orlando Bloom is very funny as a stressed-out film composer struggling against a creative deadline. There's also a talented modern dancer and ambitious videographer among the galaxy of oddly-assorted New Yorkers. All--in-all, despite its drawbacks (which Diane rightly notes) and the jagged attempts to connect the various pieces of a cinematic puzzle, I rate the moviegoing experience with THREE STARS. -- Michael M.