Anna and Greg first met each other while dancing during one night in Paris, and it was magical for them. But not long after they became a couple, Greg wanted to move to Barcelona for work. Anna hates that idea. She thinks Paris ties them together. Sadly, Greg books plane tickets for both of them, but Anna stays in Paris. When Greg dies in the plane crash, she refuses to believe it right away. She even fantasizes another outcome. And that’s not all -- but I don’t want to include any spoilers.  

Anna’s situation motivated me to write the poem below.                  

Pure grief and all its sorrow sides

emerge in images and sighs.

Pounding music and flashing light

repeat a meeting in the night.

Paris Is Us reaches inside

and takes us on a painful ride.

Loss and loneliness spin around

with guilt as company unbound.

What if? becomes a constant thought.

The outer world cannot be bought.

A film like this, more felt than seen,

cries out for empathy on screen.

Paris Is Us ranks as the Number One most intense movie about the grieving process I have ever seen. It’s not an entertaining film.  But it makes us think about and feel compassion for people going through similar situations. Also, both lead actors do their characters justice, and director Elisabeth Vogler’s unusual cinematography includes some intriguing shots of Paris.

Denial helps us pace our feelings of grief. There is grace in grief. It’s nature’s way of letting in only as much as we can handle. --- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Grief is the price we pay for love. --- Queen Elizabeth II

(Released by Netflix; not rated by MPAA.)

Review also posted at ReelTalk Movie Reviews.