Three quarters of the way through the trailer, I turned to my wife and said, "You know what's funny? They could have placed that same story in New York, but it would be a totally different movie."
My wife gave me one of those looks. The one that says, "You're still not over that flu, are you?"
But the point I was trying to make, without even realizing what I was saying, was that the trailer had made it look as if Paris wasn't just relevant to the film, but crucial. It had elevated Paris' status (and I'm only going by the trailer here) from mere setting to almost one of the characters.
Just as I turned back to the screen, the name of the film came up:
Way to go, Cédric Klapisch. I hope the film is as good as the trailer makes it look.