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An old Parisian bistro with eternal charm. Eight gentlemen at the table, eight great figures. They were the “kings of Paris”… National treasures, masterpieces in peril. A well-honed ritual ... A sense of humor and self-deprecation intact. Tenderness and cruelty. Eight old friends who hate and love each other. And suddenly an intruder ...
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Like a monkey fight in an old folk's zoo, Adieu Paris is a bunch of bitter old men spitting cringe in each other's faces while the audience tries to decipher what's meant to be entertaining about it. Look, I love Édouard Baer and Benoît Poelvoorde but this onslaught of low level discomfort with zero pay off and fewer laughs made me hate it for how much I didn't care about it.