I go to a
This version of a funny but sometimes violent police movie shows traces of "Beverly Hills Cop." Director and screenwriter
Several times, the goofy formula action suddenly stops. A short but wild scene of unexpected madness appears, then vanishes into thin air. There's a surprising intellectual element to these sarcastic interludes. The shock factor takes over and elevates the laugh quotient.
String cheese for the soul
A disgraced Russian maestro (Aleksei Guskov), now reduced to sweeping floors at
Part of the fun is seeing if his rag-tag group can even get to Paris without passports, money or instruments. They may be fools, but at their core is a passion for beautiful music that feeds the soul as surely as air and water sustain the body.
Lovely performances all around, and Mélanie Laurent shines as the renowned French violinist with a mysterious connection to the Russian's past.
The rapturous finale, set to Tchaikovsky, is skillfully edited to further the plot, delight our ears and play shamefully on our heartstrings. "The Concert" is as gooey as melted cheese, as subtle as gypsy violins. I loved it.
JOHN DEPKO is a