Jason KlorfeinThe Daily Northwestern
Summer movies consist of two indulgences: comic book adaptations and Eurocentric fluff. There’s no better time for the boutique studio divisions (you know, oxymorons like “Warner Independent”, etc.) to unleash a batch of feel-good, frothy imports that feed into our fantasies of glamour and travel. This summer sees an Edith Piaf biopic, La Vie en Rose, and an omnibus dedicated to the favorite cinematic city, Paris, je t’aime. The dominance of French and Italian trifles among distributed foreign films is unsurprising, but unfortunate. Movies like Amelie and Cinema Paradiso perpetuate a sentimental Eurocentricism that makes us more comfortable than a movie with a more different sensibility from Senegal or Thailand.
At the same time, I love my Euro treats like Swimming Pool and My Summer of Love just as much as any Caf
