Every Jack Has A Jill Rebecca-Barry'S REVIEW
This quirky Franco-American film follows Melanie Laurent falling in love with Justin Bartha (The Hangover) via the belongings in his suitcase. It should be the other way around. Laurent, the rising French star of Inglourious Basterds, is luminous and endearing in her portrayal of Chloe, whose magnetic beauty does little to relieve her unrealistic expectations for life. Laurent's performance reveals a character who is intuitive, sensitive and hugely lacking in common sense, a bit like the film, which is equal parts sweet and silly.
Bartha, on the other hand, as the American tourist who loses his clothes and favourite novel in Paris, is the depressing embodiment of brash American tourist (when he first arrives in France he is rude and disinterested, to the point where it's hard to tell if the film takes a knowing point of view or not).
The romantic fantasy begins well enough, setting up the tension for the pair's inevitable meeting. But after doing the deed, the story, much like the relationship, runs out of steam. Chloe is let down by what unfolds and she's not alone. The motor well and truly splutters when the action resumes in the US in a clumsy reach for a happy ending. It's as though Laurent turned into Kirsten Dunst on the plane. Cultural friction within the production team? Who knows. But at times this feels like an American rom-com dressed in Chanel.