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Appreciative photography of Parisian exteriors, interiors, and environs, as well as of Karen Allen's freckles and Thierry Lhermitte's baby blues. It all looks good enough to eat, but tastes no better than to spit out: a rancid collection of romantic banalities about the provincial female tourist (named, in this instance, Mo, which would seem to be short for, or who anyway is from, Missouri) and the suave lascivious Frenchman. To supplement the romantic ones, there are also banalities on such larger cultural issues as the non-Frenchness of French toast and the ubiquitousness of French mistresses. Directed by Richard Marquand. 1984.
— Duncan Shepherd
Reader Rating:
- MPAA Rating: R
