Old Mr. Morgan is a widower. He lives in a posh Parisian apartment, somehow almost similar to Georges and Anne’s apartment in Amour, doesn’t speak French–ridiculed by some assholic Parisienne because of it, and missing her deceased wife so much (His dead wife also “haunts” him, and the similarities don’t stop there). Until one day he met a nice young dance teacher who actually care enough to help him on the bus, and met her again on another bus the next day. Her name is Pauline. And a day after that he attend some random dance class downtown, and, wham, there she is again, the cha-cha instructor.
Is this going to be one of those geezer-falls-in-love-with-ridiculously-young-woman story? Well, apparently it is. Until Morgan’s American-based bitter son and ignorant daughter crash their dad’s small party and make things even much more complicated.
My Rating: 6/10