I admit I had a hard time even getting through "The Last Time I Saw Paris." It represents exactly the sort of Golden Age filmmaking that so turned me off as a youth: melodramatic, slowly paced, maudlin to the point of groan-inducing. It's a romantic film that starts off as a joyful scamp, turns into a drama and soon a tragedy. It's what was known in the old days as a "weepie" — I laughed, I cried, I couldn't wait for it to end.
The Last Time I Saw Paris (1954)
The Last Time I Saw Paris (1954)
The Last Time I Saw Paris (1954)
I admit I had a hard time even getting through "The Last Time I Saw Paris." It represents exactly the sort of Golden Age filmmaking that so turned me off as a youth: melodramatic, slowly paced, maudlin to the point of groan-inducing. It's a romantic film that starts off as a joyful scamp, turns into a drama and soon a tragedy. It's what was known in the old days as a "weepie" — I laughed, I cried, I couldn't wait for it to end.