Fluffy stuff about a multiphobic American, most particularly Francophobic American, pursuing her errant fiancé to Paris and the Riviera, and falling in step with a French -- Franch -- Fr-r-rahnsh -- thief. A charming, mustachioed one, but of course. You can see immediately where it is headed, and Lawrence Kasdan (directing only, leaving the writing this time to Adam Brooks) gets you there with smooth and accomplished professionalism, bordering on hackdom. Nice photography by Owen Roizman; nice running gag (though not running for long) of just missing the Eiffel Tower; nice standing-still gag of proclaiming "I will triumph" in the shadow of the Arc de Triomphe. But romantic comedies depend more than other types of movies (brief pause for reflection: yes, all other types) on the chemistry of the actors, not only their chemistry with each other but with the audience as well. And between Meg (Center of the Universe) Ryan, with her styled-by-bath-towel hairdo, and Kevin (Son of Errol Flynn) Kline, with his darling little Gallic accent, it's all a bit oochie-coochie-coo. Timothy Hutton, Jean Reno. (1995) — Duncan Shepherd
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