Paris

Synopsis: Pierre, a professional dancer, suffers from a serious heart disease. While he is waiting for a transplant which may (or may not) save his life, he has nothing better to do than look at the people around him, from the balcony of his Paris apartment. When Elise, his sister with three kids and no husband, moves in to his place to care for him, Pierre does not change his new habits. And instead of dancing himself, it is Paris and the Parisians who dance before his eyes.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Cédric Klapisch
Production: IFC
  3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Metacritic:
68
Rotten Tomatoes:
67%
R
Year:
2008
130 min
$1,000,000
Website
398 Views


Khadija!

Do you ever wonder

where these wires come from?

No, I never wonder about that stuff.

Well, I wonder.

And where do they go?

- Where is it?

- There.

- The Pantheon?

- Montparnasse Tower?

- The Pantheon?

- No, Montparnasse.

There.

- The Pantheon?

- The universe!

And the muniverse?

The muniverse?

The muniverse is tired.

Where is the universe?

- Mom!

- Where is it?

Everywhere.

The universe is everywhere.

Hello.

Lift your head.

Don't forget your feet.

Your head, sweetie.

At the same time.

There you go! That's it.

That's the center of the heart.

The heart's heart, if you like.

If I zoom in too close,

we can't see much.

Your heartbeat's regular.

The treatment seems to be helping.

But...

But?

But what?

I don't want to see the foliage.

Hide the foliage.

Hello!

There! Now the mushrooms.

That's what makes it look

like autumn.

I don't want to see...

What a ninny! Unbelievable!

There!

Now fan out the bouquet a little.

- Hello! Feeling better?

- Yes, thank you.

Solne, you had a customer!

Passionate Paris.

Party Paris. Singing Paris.

Heartfelt Paris.

But also working Paris.

Commuting Paris.

Ritzy, shabby, trashy Paris.

Paris, you have a thousand faces.

Paris, who are you?

The capitail abounds in...

Sh*t!

- Ca-pi-tal!

- Cut!

Give it a rest, Lorenzo.

This is Roland Verneuil.

I can't make it.

I'm sorry this is so last minute

but I'm kind of tied up.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Well, sort of.

I have a burial to go to.

Oh, I see.

I hope it isn't anyone too close.

Well, yes.

In fact... it's my father.

What can I say?

Nothing. He's dead, that's it.

I'm just sorry

to cancel our meeting, yet again.

You're like some old geezer!

Get some exercise!

Can't those jerks fix the elevator!

I swear!

They just put in a new one...

When was it?

Two years ago?

- Two years.

- This younger generation!

In shambles before their time.

Dad!

Come on.

Pull yourself together. Sh*t!

He was 95 years old.

That's some score!

He died peacefully.

It's not as though... Come on!

It's hard to leave him.

Come on...

A nice bowl of soup,

a little blow job from Mlanie...

You'll see.

You're dumb!

What's your name, girly?

Let me go!

What did you do?

- Did you whistle at me?

- No, I...

Like I'm some mutt?

No, sorry, ma'am.

F***! Beat it, a**hole!

So?

- What is it?

- Come in.

You sounded weird on the phone.

Well, I...

I'm sick.

It's a heart thing.

My days may be numbered.

They're not too optimistic.

I may need a heart transplant.

Even then I may not pull through.

They say 50% but...

I guess that means

a 40% success rate.

What does that mean,

a 40% success rate?

Well, 40% means

a 60% chance it won't work,

that it'll be useless.

You know, I feel like

it's barely started and now...

How long have you known?

It started 3 months ago.

It took me a month

to go to a doctor.

Then all the tests and everything...

I've known for a month.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because... I don't know.

We haven't seen each other

in a long time. And...

- I don't wanna tell everyone.

- I'm not everyone.

Right! Your sister, your family...

you don't give a sh*t!

- F***!

- There! That's it!

What, "That's it?" That's what?

I may die,

I tell you...

and you f***ing yell at me.

I'm sorry. Sh*t!

And Mom and Dad?

Have you told them?

No. I can't tell Mom and Dad.

Can you imagine?

Okay, so how do you...

live? Moneywise?

I live on

the little money I have left but...

- That's running out.

- I'll take care of that.

You're all alone here?

How do you spend your days?

I watch a little TV

but that's pretty boring.

I've started gardening.

I plant stuff.

What blows my mind most

is looking out the window.

- Meaning?

- I watch other people live.

I wonder who they are,

where they go?

They become the heroes

of my little stories.

I like that.

It's not much, but...

frankly, it keeps me going.

Here's your change, sir.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

- Hi.

- Hi, Lauryn.

How are you?

Oh, you're Lauryn's mom?

I'm Simone's mom.

I saw you at school.

Oh, yeah! Right, Simone.

Lauryn's always talking about her.

Simone's the one

who doesn't know her father.

Yes. You told me that.

So, I'll take a kilo of apples.

Okay, a kilo of apples!

This one's a real beauty, isn't it?

Yes, fine.

I'll even cut you a deal.

- What?

- A special deal

- 'cause you're so pretty.

- That's nice.

Careful, he's a Don Juan!

But he hates caviar.

Peddle your bananas

and leave me alone.

I do what I want.

I'm warning the lady.

Cut it out with Franky.

Wanna go for a drink?

Me?

I guess not!

You're not into that?

Happy? I do what I want, too.

Anything else?

Pull it with your left hand

then a quarter turn.

Didn't you make knots in school?

This is really incredible!

Hello!

I can't keep you on,

if this keeps up.

- Madam.

- A baguette, please.

- A "tradition"?

- No, a normal one.

They say to hire young people

but kids don't want to work

these days.

- It's only my second day.

- Right!

It wasn't like that in my day!

- Thank you.

- Thank you so, so much.

Oh, I forgot to tell you...

Simone's best friend's mother

works at the market.

Oh?

Crazy, huh!

This place is a mess!

Why do guys live in such pigsties?

Are you forced to leave

these disgusting... I don't get it!

Sh*t, don't dump

all your guy problems on me!

If you don't feel like doing

that stuff, don't feel obligated.

I don't feel obligated

but I feel obligated to clean.

It stinks. Really!

Mam?

Beno?t!

Miss! Miss!

Do you like flowers?

F*** off!

Bernard, she's for you!

She's your "style!"

- No way.

- Leave the girls alone!

Nothing better to do?

You jealous or what?

Of who? Her? Jealous of her?

No! Sometimes I'm jealous of me.

Know what I mean?

I think, "Boy, am I lucky to be me."

I see myself and think,

"What a f***in' babe!"

Then I realize...

"Hey! That babe is me!"

I don't have to be jealous.

If you get my drift.

I get it. What a saleswoman!

You can sell anybody anything!

You want me to sell you something?

Okay, Caroline,

do you mind if we go to work?

See ya.

Caroline,

this is your last week with us.

- Jealous?

- No.

We separated a year ago.

Flirt if you like.

But I don't have to watch that sh*t.

Chill out. I'll be outta here soon.

Hello.

Did you do your hair with dynamite?

- A head of lettuce.

- The lettuce...

Like you,

they're not too pretty today.

Thanks.

Take some avocados.

From Cameroon - beautiful, round.

They'll put color in your cheeks!

- How much?

- 7,000.

- Too much.

- That's the best price.

- I'll give you 5,000.

- 6,000.

- Five.

- Six.

I came to say goodbye.

I'm not working here anymore.

- You lost your job?

- Yes. That happens here.

We'll miss you.

Me, too.

If you still plan to come to France...

- I'll leave my number.

- That's nice. Thanks.

- Call me, if you come!

- I will. If I come, that is.

Bye.

So you're... How many are you?

Two adults and four children.

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Cédric Klapisch

Cédric Klapisch (French: [se.dʁik kla.piʃ] ; born 4 September 1961) is a French film director, screenwriter and producer. more…

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