Last week I saw two movies on two consecutive nights. Both were set (largely) in Paris and aimed for that Gallic romance. One was about France's most iconic chanteuse, who lived a life of tragedy and pain. The other was about a rat who wants to be a chef.
Guess which one I liked better?
Reviews up now at IMDB: La Vie en Rose and Ratatouille.
(I'm hoping to make this a trifecta: Paris, je t'aime is still on my list of movies to go see!)