There was a moment that struck me about an hour into "Mrs. Harris Goes To Paris", a film which opened at 980 theaters to a modest $1.9 million at the box office. Up to this point, which happens during a modest dinner with wine in a spacious Parisian apartment, you could be forgiven for believing that you were watching a sickly sweet, sappy but ultimately good natured picture about an aging war-widowed cleaning lady who loves beautiful clothes, and whose…

Its nice to see a movie that is clearly just a payday for everybody involved and absolutely nothing else. If someone likes it's that's fine, but that is not considered in the equation of whether the film gets made. All the proper rituals for "movie" have been observed, and no glaring omission mars the frictionless European car commercial aesthetic sensibility. The final shot of the film: A victorious Liam Neeson stands near the site of the explosion which has killed…