
It’s Paris, 1936 (not exactly the city’s finest era), and the locals are fairly likeable characters, as is the story. But this is the problem: The result is just fairly likeable. From the outside the music and run-down, dusty setting of the theatre seem to set the stage for something charming, but sadly this isn’t so. I won’t go so far as to say you won’t enjoy it, you might just not remember it in a week, which, in my mind, is never what a filmmaker should aspire to.
Rating: 3 outta 5
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