SnoReptilePlenty Memorable, crazy movie

GazerRise Fantastic!

AshUnow This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

Bob This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

framptonhollis Having been highly impressed by "Le Million", I decided to check out Rene Clair's other acclaimed musical comedy, "Under the Roofs of Paris". I can happily assure you that this film was even better than "Le Million" in almost every single way. It amps up the heart and humor, has a much stronger emotional impact, and, while "Le Million" felt like a purely plot driven film, "Under the Roofs of Paris" balances plot and character to near perfection.This hilarious love story unfolds slowly and steadily, introducing the audience to different characters and places without rushing everything. We watch and learn before the plot strikes us like a lightning bolt of beauty. Rene Clair's camera beautifully glides through the streets of Paris, following characters and peaking in on their most fragile moments. This film is like the finest work of literature; it contains laughs and tears, moments of melancholy and hope. It is, simply, a masterpiece.

lionel-libson-1 The great French film actor Jacques Tati made several films that tried to capture a Paris that disappeared even before World WarII. It was a world best seen through the gifted photography of Atget and Brassai. A world of intimacy, silent streets, virtually no traffic, limited means, but unlimited pleasures. A wonderful opening shot glides across rooftops to join a cluster of ordinary Parisians enjoying a singalong, an odd but compelling precursor of karaoke and rock concerts, but untarnished by special effects or hype. There is a sense that we are witnessing a street version of Lautrec's Moulin Rouge.The cinematography is extraordinary. It can only be compared to Fritz Lang's "M", or the "Third Man". Very little actually happens and dialogue is used sporadically. Yet we find ourselves caring very much about the people about whom we know so little.An unforgettable film.

jonr-3 ***POSSIBLE SPOILER WITHIN***Once again I find myself better off withholding my vote. I feel that my reaction to this acknowledged cinematic masterpiece must be too biased for me to vote fairly. I was unable to muster any empathy for the characters: two-bit criminals vying for the affection of a coy, flirtatious and fickle young woman in the top layer of the Paris underworld. What eventually made me give up on watching the film, though, after a little more than an hour of it, was the music, which, no matter how low I turned the volume, grated relentlessly against my nerves. I realize full well that the dance-hall and amateur music is necessary to the story, and I don't want to appear a total curmudgeon, nor do I intend in any way to condemn this film--it just isn't to my taste.On the positive side, the opening shot, the camera languidly descending literally from the Paris rooftops to street level, with slight, sinuous detours along the way, must be one of the miracles of film. How this sight must have taken away the breath of audiences in 1930 or '31! It still has the power to do so today. Indeed, throughout the film (or the first hour or so that I endured), the photography was exquisite, in some cases unmatched by anything I've ever seen.Maybe I'll give this one another try on another day. But there are so many films to see...

keekeedee --- this film changed my views on b&w, i first saw this when i was a wee lass of 13, awkward and shy, all i had to do with myself was watch late- night t.v. i cried so hard at the end of the film i thought for sure i'd wake my mum, thank god CBC showed it again not long after that, and like the big geek i was, and probably still am, i taped it, i liked the rawness of it, the sound wasn't very good, but it didn't matter, still doesn't, i would love to make a movie that has this same feeling the absolut "realness" i dislike the crud hollywood keeps churning out, but , the fact remains that i live in this time, and am almost forced to swallow the disgraceful porridge that is cinema. it's christmas day, i think i'll go slip on my "under the rooftops of paris" and dream of a time when film still had a heart!!