I Love New York
New York, I love you. I really, truly do. But I am not convinced that the directors of New York, I Love You share the sentiment. In the latest film in the “Cities of Love” franchise (preceded by Paris and to be followed by Shanghai), 10 directors were each given eight minutes out of which to compose a love story in “the city that never sleeps.” However, unlike its predecessor, New York is left as a mere backdrop, providing chances to name-drop (Balthazar, Pastis, Tavern on the Green) and stereotype (a struggling composer in a cramped Lower East Side studio apartment, donning a ripped white shirt and yammering on an iPhone). Where Paris was the star of the show, New York is a mere chorus member.