"Watching some actors perform is just such a treat." I thought glumly, as I sat down to watch Saw VII - for completion's sake you understand - and after ten minutes, I started wishing I could have a go in one of Jigsaw's traps, but that's another review. For such unmitigated joy in watching a performance, I am referring today to the sublime Julie Delpy, whose little gem of a movie Two Days In Paris, comes off as a kind of slightly less narcissistic Buffalo 66, a film that also saw Vincent Gallo writing, scoring, and directing his own performance, as well as inviting his own Dad to portray his fictional relation. But where as Buffalo 66 is at times an arduous - albeit wholly absorbing - wade through the self-obsessive mire, Delpy's film is an effortless exploration of the complexities of modern cross-cultural relationships. Delpy plays Marion, and is supported by Adam "Eddie, Chandler's roommate from Friends"" Goldberg, a kind of Ben Stiller-lite, as her boyfriend Jack. The pair bicker and snap at each other, all the while flirting around the unsettling, indefinable line where playful relationship patois can suddenly turn on a dime into something more unsettling. It reminded me at times of Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon's The Trip where easy improvisational comedy can so deftly and suddenly slide into heart-aching drama. Admittedly, there's not a wealth of rich, gooey plot to get your teeth into in Two Days In Paris, but watching Julie Delpy is treat enough.