The movie starts with a reference to The Red Balloon, but quickly the balloon is left behind and it's occasional appearances later in the film have nothing to do with the the rest of the film. Much of the film is set in a small cluttered apartment in which Song (an asian nanny), the boy, his mother, and occasional visitors live moments in their ordinary lives. The characters make meaningless chit-chat in what seems like unedited real-time conversations. There is a small amount of conflict, but it is too slight and peripheral to save this film.
I might have forgiven the movie if I could have enjoyed Paris. However, the shots of the streets of Paris are too few and dreary.