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The film only feels like two or three different sort of approaches are represented. They don't really feel like widely different attacks on the material.
Wall Street Journal:
What's remarkable here is the consistency of the mediocrity, the uniform fraudulence of the minipremises, the reliable awkwardness of such almost-English lines as "Your eyes would suffice to give tired men hope."
As with any such project, some of the films are better than others, but most of the entries in New York, I Love You are very good indeed.
Inconsistency is the curse of the anthology film, but the entries in the omnibus New York, I Love You are united by their near-total lack of interest.
How could so ethnically and artistically diverse a field of filmmakers produce a work of such lifeless uniformity?
The project is lush and seductive as a whole, though some segments are especially vibrant.
These tales are as highly designed as fashion layouts. But they're as relaxing to thumb through as those NYT Magazine trend pieces...
The result, as is always the case with short story collections, is a mixed bag, although unlike Paris Je T'Aime, the duds outnumber the winners this time.
The result is a curiously bland hodgepodge -- not terribly evocative of such a famous place, and not all that inspiring in the connections it depicts.
New York, I Love You weaves 10 short, trivial vignettes into one long, irritating whole.
New York Daily News:
Where's the ethnic diversity? The cultural overflow? The dirt, the chaos, the cramped quarters, the people who look like us, rather than movie stars?
New York Post:
Yknow a collection of Gotham-themed shorts by international directors is in serious trouble when the most entertaining segment is directed by Hollywood uber-hack Brett Ratner.
New York Observer:
Each director had a deadline of two days to complete his segment. The result is every bit as truncated and zigzaggy as you might imagine. The whole thing looks like it was edited with pinking shears.
Most of the segments are too short and slight to be considered more than inconsequential. They pass and are easily forgotten, although many of them boast O. Henry-style twist endings.
Not quite as wonderful as "Pari, je t'aime," but still one of my favorite movies of 2009.
While many of the segments amuse, and rarely wear out their welcome (the average running time is eight minutes apiece), it rapidly becomes apparent that each of them has some kind of twist, like an O Henry short story.
If you're not a stickler for consistency, this is an effective pastiche and tribute to one of the world's most enticing cities.
The results are, well, formulaic, hobbled by weak dialogue and absent any sense of texture.
The most effective entries -- bring both bitter and sweet to their snapshots of this city's most cherished and elusive quality: intimacy.
The characters are all more or less useless, inhabiting the frivolous tippy-top of Maslow's pyramid of needs, with little sense that there's anyone essential at the bottom. It's fun, but decadent.