Why living here ruins movies
Recently, I rented a film called The Moderns. It was supposed to be about Paris in the ’20s, but about five minutes into it, I realized, “Hey, that’s not Deux Magots! That’s my sushi restaurant!”
Such distractions are the price of living in Montreal. Every few weeks, there’s a film shoot in my neighborhood, which can easily double for Paris or New York, depending which block you’re on. This week, my street was even being shot as “London.” I suppose I can suspend my disbelief when I see actors talking like Prince Charles at my local cafe. But I hope they don’t CGI Big Ben above my house.
We were screaming at the screen when we saw Taking Lives. How can you pass off the Quebec City skyline as Montreal? Well, at least they kept it in the province.