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				York, I Love You [Blu-ray]  
				  
				
				
				(Produced by Emmanuel Benbihy, 
				2009) 
				
				
				  
				
				
					
					
					  
					
					
					
					Review by Leonard Norwitz  
					
					
					  
					
					
					
					Studio: 
					
					
					Theatrical: Emmanuel Benbihy & Marina Grasic 
					
					Blu-ray: Vivendi Entertainment 
					
					  
					
					
					
					
					
					Disc: 
					
					
					Region: FREE!
					
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					Runtime: 1:43:18.108  
					
					Disc Size: 24,837,801,819 bytes 
					
					Feature Size: 21,435,144,192 bytes 
					
					Video Bitrate: 24.00 Mbps 
					
					Chapters: 12 
					
					Case: Standard Blu-ray case 
					
					Release date: February 2nd, 2010 
					
					  
					
					
					
					
					Video: 
					
					
					Aspect ratio: 1.85:1 
					
					Resolution: 1080p / 23.976 fps 
					
					Video codec: MPEG-4 AVC Video 
					
					  
					
					
					
					Audio: 
					
					 
					DTS-HD Master Audio English 2160 kbps 5.1 / 48 kHz / 2160 
					kbps / 16-bit (DTS Core: 5.1 / 48 kHz / 1509 kbps / 16-bit)
					
					
					
					  
					
					
					
					Subtitles: 
					
					
					English, none 
					
					
					
					  
					
					
					
					Extras: 
					
					
					• 2 Short films by Scarlett Johansson & Andrey Zvyagintsev 
					(11:43 + 13:31) 
					
					
					• Interviews with 5 Directors (about 15 min.) 
					
					
					• Theatrical Trailer 
					  
					
					
					
					  
					
					
					
					The Film:7 
					It's been some thirty years since Woody Allen's beautiful 
					love poem to the city he loved. Producer Emmanuel Benbihy's 
					movie begins in something like the same way with fleeting 
					images of New York. But Benbihy's relatively uninspired, 
					uninspiring images speed by without lingering or, for that 
					matter, nostalgia or emotional power. His opening montage 
					(in color rather than Gordon Willis's powerful black and 
					white, which tells us a lot about how these two think of 
					their city) ends not with a blazing cheer of fireworks to 
					the music of one of the giants of American music, but with a 
					simultaneous entry into a taxi by opposing wills and 
					intentions. It's a clever idea, because it suggests 
					something about the ten short stories to come: dialogues, 
					often dueling, always from different points of view but with 
					parallel objectives. 
					 
					It was Benbihy's notion (the present movie being another of 
					a projected series of cinematic cityscapes that began with 
					Paris, je t'aime) to engage the talents of a number of 
					younger writer/directors who come up with their own short 
					story, cast it, and direct it. He insisted that each 
					contribution take no more than two days to shoot and be no 
					longer than eight minutes of finished film. Benbihy would 
					sort out how to put them together later. So much for 
					storyboarding. The title suggests the theme in common: love, 
					as engaged or fantasized, in New York City. There is little 
					room here for sap, but always for dreaming. Given the 
					brevity of each segment, there is often a reliance on sly 
					irony - the best of these might be the opener with Andy 
					Garcia, Hayden Christiansen (yes, he can actually act, given 
					half a chance) and Rachel Bilson (who bears an uncanny 
					resemblance to Claudia Cardinale here.) We are thankful this 
					sort of plot twist doesn't play out in every scene, but it 
					lurks. Expectations by the characters in each story are 
					generally dashed, but in their place comes something 
					unexpected if they can muster the courage to brave 
					adventure. This, we suppose, is what Manhattan has to offer: 
					the proper catalyst.  
					 
					The names of the directors and some of the actors may not be 
					immediately recognizable (though just as many are). So, 
					instead of a rundown on the various plots, I will simply 
					list the names along with a notable credit - except to say 
					that while each story seems complete as initially presented, 
					some are not, and go on to a second or third chapter as the 
					movie progresses. That said, New York, I Love You should not 
					in any way be confused with Crash or Magnolia. Ready? Let's 
					start with the producer and the directors: 
					 
					Emmanuel 
	
					
					Benbihy (Paris, je t'aime) 
					Fatih Akin (Auf der anderen Seite) 
					Yvan Attal (Ma Femme est une actrice) 
					Allen Hughes (The Book of Eli) 
					Shunji Iwai (Suwaroteiru) 
					Jiang Wen (Devils on the Doorstep) 
					Joshua Marston (Maria, Full of Grace) 
					Mira Nair (Monsoon Wedding) 
					Brett Ratner (Red Dragon) 
					Shekhar Kapur (Elizabeth) 
					Natalie Portman (Eve) 
					 
					The number of actors is considerable: at least two, front 
					and center, per segment. Acknowledging that a partial list 
					will hardly do everyone justice, I offer these, without 
					credits, in evidence: 
					 
					Bradley Cooper, John Hurt, Shia LaBeouf, Julie Christie, 
					Chris Cooper, Maggie Q, Ethan Hawke, Rachel Bilson, Andy 
					Garcia, Hayden Christensen, Natalie Portman, Irrfan Khan, 
					Orlando Bloom, Drea de Matteo, Shu Qi, Burt Young, James 
					Caan, Olivia Thirlby, Anton Yelchin, Robin Wright Penn, Eli 
					Wallach and Cloris Leachman. 
					 
					Such a cast of actors and directors, to say nothing of 
					cinematographers and composers (art, sound and makeup 
					direction was held more or less in common), of course, 
					guarantees nothing. We've seen failures before. Even Robert 
					Altman, who enjoys working with huge casts of A-List actors, 
					had his Pret-a-Porter. And the idea of several stories in a 
					single movie rarely works well for the good of all. But what 
					New York, I Love You has going for it, among other things, 
					is sheer numbers and variety: stories that little more of us 
					than to take them in. Connections, where made, are 
					incidental, not crucial (as in Crash and Magnolia). 
					 
					  
					
					
 
					  
					
					
					Visual styles vary, but somehow they do not clash. (More 
					relevant may be an audience accustomed to the ever-changing 
					fragments of today's music videos.) I still can't quite 
					figure out how the music, written by 13 different composers, 
					feels like movements of a pop music suite by the same 
					person. What's more, the music is of uniformly high quality 
					– always engaging, pulling us in while never putting 
					anything over. There is little drama here, but there is 
					sweetness. 
					 
					Roger Ebert wrote: "By its nature, New York, I Love You 
					can't add up. It remains the sum of its parts. If one isn't 
					working for you, wait a few minutes, here comes another 
					one." 
					 
	
					
					
					
					
					Excerpt Roger Ebert - the Chicago Sun-Times located HERE 
					
	
					
					  
					
					
					And I agree. Some segments work better than others and the 
					movie as a whole doesn't really have much of an arc you can 
					sink your teeth into. In this way New York, I Love You has 
					more in common with much of Baroque music, a kind of Back 
					Partita, if you will – a cinematic suite of dance movements 
					of varying moods, all in more or less the same key. 
					 
					  
					
					
					
					Image: 
					
					9/9   
						
						
						
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					disc. 
					The first number indicates a relative level of excellence 
					compared to other Blu-ray video discs on a ten-point scale. 
					The second number places this image along the full range of 
					DVD and Blu-ray discs. 
					 
					As expected, the look of New York, I Love You varies from 
					story to story, perhaps not as much we might have 
					anticipated, but be prepared for some changes. There are 
					scenes flooded with color such as the one with Andy Garcia 
					and Hayden Christesen, and others almost monochromatic, as 
					when Julie Christie looks at herself in a mirror. Others 
					have very light on the subjects, as when Chris Cooper meets 
					Maggie Q on a dimly lit street corner, and one that has all 
					the vibrancy of a fairy tale autumn in Central Park. All the 
					while, transfer issues are kept at bay, with little if any 
					digital noise reduction or source print defects. I thought I 
					detected some edge enhancement or halos, but that may have 
					been part of the natural street lighting. In any case it was 
					not distracting. The image is vibrant and lovely to look at, 
					with rich blacks that give up just enough shadow detail.
					 
					  
					
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					Audio & Music: 
					
					6/8 
					The audio mix struck me as clear and dynamic, but 
					disorganized. The music, especially in the moments of 
					transition from one scene to another, captures a certain 
					exuberance and opens up the stage accordingly. Few 
					instrumental ensembles are as honestly and expansively 
					recorded. Dialogue is clear, but now and then sounds nothing 
					like it would in the space we witness. This is especially 
					true of outdoor sequences such as the exchange between Ethan 
					Hawke and Maggie Q. The synch is right, but not the timbre. 
					Ambient sounds of the city are also a hit and miss affair, 
					with little concern about capturing the live sounds of the 
					street or other locations and place them in the surround mix 
					convincingly. Yet when Anton Yelchin and his date, Olivia 
					Thirlby, enter the corridor to the prom, we plainly hear the 
					band music in proper proportion and space as they approach 
					and gradually enter the room.  
					  
					
					
					
					Operations: 
					
					8 
					Nothing amiss here. Chapters start roughly at the beginning 
					of each story. What more do you want?  
					  
					
					
 
					  
					
					
					
					Extras: 
					
					3 
					Conspicuous by its absence is a commentary (in this case, 
					one by the producers would have hit the spot) or a making-of 
					piece. I can see how the latter would have been problematic 
					because of the number of directors involved, but a 
					commentary by those responsible for thinking this up and 
					putting the pieces all together is sorely missed. In its 
					place, however, are five short "interviews" with about half 
					the directors involved. Just as they approached their 
					particular story from a slightly different angle, Brett 
					Ratner, Yvan Attal, Josh Marston, Mira Nair and Shunji Iwai 
					each speak openly (Shunji is cleverly subtitled) about how 
					they came on board, the constraints demanded by the 
					producer, how they cast their movie or dealt with their 
					actors. Though brief, these are delicate short stories in 
					themselves. 
					 
					Also included are two short films, also produced by Benbhy & 
					Marina Grasic, both shown in non-progressive anamorphic SD – 
					the one ("The Vagabond Shoes" featuring Kevin Bacon) written 
					and directed by Scarlett Johansson, the other ("Apocrypha" 
					with Nicholas Purcell and Carla Gugina) by Andrey 
					Zvyagintsev - that could have made it into the movie, but 
					didn't. We are offered no explanation for their being here, 
					but are worth our time nonetheless. 
  
					
						
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					Bottom line: 
					
					8 
					New York, I Love You is not a great film by any standard, 
					but I found much to enjoy. (I'm still puzzling over its "R" 
					rating.) The film may have found its best expression in the 
					high definition home theatrical experience, where we can 
					place the movie on pause while we do whatever with impunity. 
					Extra features are slim but what is included is choice. Nice 
					to have the two short films by Scarlett Johansson and Andrey 
					Zvyagintsev. Too bad they aren't in HD.  
					
					Leonard Norwitz 
					January 29th, 2010  
					
					
					
					   
				
				
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