ur first foreign film from NetFlix was the inappropriately named Avenue Montaigne, a 2006 exploration of Parisian art culture. It’s not that deep, but it is an enjoyable flick about a small town girl’s first encounters with high society.

Jessica from Mâcon lands as a waitress (unbelievably on her first day in town) at a bar that serves a concert hall, a theater, and an auction house. More unbelievably, central figures at each establishment – a pianist, an actress, an art collector and his son – confide in her their hopes and desires. (Curiously absent is haute couture. Christian Dior and Gucci are among the vendors on the same street; Prada is right next door to the bar.)

Of course, Jessica’s remarkable placement is in some ways forgivable because she serves as our eyes, giving us a familiar face. Just like we would be, she is shocked by the price of lodging, clothing, and even grapefruit juice. The plot is entertaining, if not terribly meaningful.

About the title: In French, it’s called Fauteuils d’orchestre, which means “orchestra seating.” Jessica’s position, it seems, is a front-row seat (which we learn isn’t the best place to see a show), and she must choose whether to move back from the stage. But, je ne sais pourquoi, someone decided to change the English title to the name of the street where the action is centered.