The idea behind this film is wonderful; give twenty of the world's best directors free reign to make a short film about Paris and see what happens. Each director gets a section of the city to tell a love-story that takes place there. None of the films are connected in any way, there's no narrator, we simply move from tale to tale.

There are some really wonderful short films here. My favorite is a toss up between the Coen Brothers (no surprise) and Tom Tykwer. The Coen's tell the story of a slightly lost American in Paris, played by the always wonderful Steve Buscemi. He's minding his own business in the Paris Underground, when he catches the eye of a couple making out across the tracks. The boyfriend starts to yell derogatory things at him in French, which he can't understand, and before he knows it the girlfriend is sitting next to him, offering him a kiss. There's also a hilarious little bit about a boy who's shooting spit-balls at him.

Tom Tykwer's (Run Lola Run) is about a blind kid who falls in love with Natalie Portman. We see their entire relationship play out in a matter of minutes through a variety of still-shots, it's a beautifully shot and edited film. Alexander Payne's (Election, Sideways) was also a favorite, his is about a middle-age American woman, who has always wanted to visit Paris, and is now finally getting to and is falling in love with the city itself; told very much in his wonderful comic style.

There being twenty films, there was bound to be some mediocre and bad ones. Gérard Depardieu's turned out to be particularly boring, a French couple sitting around in a coffee shop talking. There was another one starring Bob Hoskins, I'm not sure of the director of the short, that I couldn't get into. But each film is only around five minutes and you're moving on to Gus Van Sant doing his thing, Wes Craven telling a weird little love story in a cemetery, and there's one tale that is way out there, Vincenzo Natali (Cube) has Elijah Wood falling in love with a vampire.

I'm a little biased, because Paris is my wife and I's favorite city in the world, so we just enjoyed seeing the beautiful photography of the entire city. But was also very cool to see all these director's one after another. You really get a sense for how much a director influences a film, as each short has it's own style, rhythm and pace. I can see going back and watching some of these shorts over and over, and never bothering with some others again. But overall Paris, je t'aime an incredible artistic experiment, I'd love to see another 20 directors get a stab at it.

This was on one of the movie channels, I'm a sucker for any 80's horror film, and I had never seen it before; that's my excuse for watching this lame piece of crap. It's been quite a while since I've seen the original Wes Craven film. I did enjoy both of the remakes, slightly better than most slasher films these days.

So in this one, a group of dirt-bikers are taking a bus through the desert on their way to a race. The cast of characters includes one of the girls, Ruby, from the first film. Why she didn't start screaming bloody-murder the minute they turned off the main road and started to head into the territory where her entire family was killed, I'll never know. That's the second I stopped caring about this flick, because I knew that there wasn't going to be an ounce of intelligence to the script.

Again the kids are left stranded in the middle of the desert, with killer mutants on the loose. They do the typical stupid horror movie thing of splitting up so they're more easily killed. There's even one line of dialogue in the film, where they talk about sticking together, then literally minutes later, they've split into four or five different groups, a lot of them going off on their own. One girl is so sweaty that she just has to take a shower, no that's not asking for a violent death.

None of the kills are original. A lot of them take the cheap-skate way out and cut away as soon somebody is about to get it. The lamest thing about the film, is that there are only two mutants. The Reaper and Pluto, both left over from the first one. At least they got Michael Berryman and his cult-movie-face in it.

Wes Craven took a paycheck, and vacation from his brain while making this sequel. It's a complete waste of time; watch the original or either of the remakes, if you have to see some desert-mutants kill somebody.