I'll admit I'm watching this for my Parisian (and the lovely German dude, Daniel Brühl). The first time I saw the "Da Vinci Code Paris Tour" by a group of obese American groups, I couldn't help laughing because I was reminded of the ubiquitous American peasant groups I encountered in Europe. That kind of annoyance can only be understood by seeing it with your own eyes. In my opinion, Americans are sometimes more annoying than Chinese people. They are noisy everywhere. When they go to a place, they only know how to take pictures and shop, and they are very loud and annoying. Basically vulgar Americans, like the Eiffel Tower, are everything i hate in this world.
So I'm glad that the famous Paris sights that Americans (or tourists from other consuming countries without romanticism) love to go to are not included in the film. Looking at the streets on the left bank of the Seine that I used to wander through from time to time in the film, I feel very kind, because this is Paris. (In fact, there are also familiar Venice, the flying pigeons in St. Mark's Square, but they were all overshadowed by American photos...) In other words, I don't know that Jim Morrison is buried in Paris.
It's hilarious that the male protagonist keeps discovering Marion's exes, and seems to be able to meet them no matter where they are in Paris, and then begins to be constantly suspicious. And then there's Marion's outspoken father, and (the Doors' groupie?) mother. There are also all kinds of aggressive and nonsensical taxi drivers, Paris passers-by, fast food restaurant employees, neighbors and friends. And the dirty, messy, and dangerous Paris subway. There is even a handsome "fairy" (Lukas) who pops out of nowhere to hold your finger and point your life. It's all too real, the real Paris, this flashy, dirty, restless, romantic, slutty city, she's a slut, but we all love her.
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