It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

Yes, absolutely, there is fun to be had, as well as many, many things to go boom, all amid an atmospheric urban jungle.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

.Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

In New York, the French director of the World Bank Mr. Devereaux (Gérard Depardieu) is a pervert and womanizer, partying and participating in gang bangs with women. When he tries to rape the hotel housekeeper in his room, the woman reports to the police. Devereaux is arrested, affecting also the life of his wife Simone (Jacqueline Bisset)."Welcome to New York", by Abel Ferrara, is a long, uneven and inconclusive film based on the New York v. Strauss-Kahn case. The story shows the lead character Devereaux as an egocentric, pervert and sick womanizer through excessive sex scenes and his relationship with his daughter and wife. When he is released in house arrest, the screenplay is developed at a very slow pace and is boring. However the lack of conclusion is terrible. My vote is seven.Title (Brazil): "Bem-Vindo a Nova York" ("Welcome to New York")

Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculous mus (The mountain gave birth to a small mouse).S-K. incident could have indeed given many hints to be pursued in making a decent movie: the interests of the rich and the influent colliding with justice, the sexual dependence of a mature man vs his family, or again loneliness and decadence in modern days. However, the director chose to follow them all at the same time, resulting in nothing more of a collection of sketches, causing the audience some annoyance, not to mention some impatience for the plot to recollect the various topics. Sadly, such hope is to remain unattained, and the movie remains an exhausting prologue of a story we will never see. The lack of pathos or sympathy for any of the characters or stories don't help. One may advocate Brecht's disenchantment of the epic theater, but one would seriously doubt that this was the case.

This movie is really a terrible portrayal of the events that really occurred. Guilty until proved innocent more like it. The acting was quite cold and lifeless and yet should the directors have taken their time with this storyline it could of had real potential. Such a shame to butcher a possible great. The main reason that such a film would be made is to shed some light on the events that occurred in real life or at least a resemblance. I do not believe that this was the case here.Throughout the film we see a great disparity between the actors and what one would expect from a man of such influence. How can anyone give this film a high rating after having to struggle to get to the finally.

In some ways Gerard Depardieu is the Gallic Helen Mirren, i.e a more than accomplished actor, admired by his peers, adored by fans, an Award winner yet with a compulsion to take off his/her clothes. He did it first - to my knowledge - back in the 70s in The Last Woman where, not content to spend half the film in the buff, he cut off his penis for an encore. He stops short of self-mutilation here and the one full-frontal scene - it occurs when, following his arrest, he is strip-searched = last no more than a couple of minutes. Depardieu, like most of the cast, phones it in and I suppose one has to give him credit for appearing in something that is both cheesy and sleazy, the sort of role a young actor will take on to get noticed. In fact the only reason I can think of for the appearance of Jacqeline Besset as Depardieu's wife is the fact that she has more or less dropped off the radar and the ego needed a little massaging. There's absolutely nothing to recommend in this movie - perhaps 20 years ago the sex would have sold it, a la Last Tango In Paris, but not in an age where you can access the same thing at the click of a mouse.