The day started out fairly uneventful. Irving Caldman was slightly irritated that he had to go out of his way to buy even more blue shirts, his wife insisted that he do so because they matched the color of his eyes. Then, while simply waiting on the street corner, everything changed. The ultimate change in fact. Irving Caldman was hit by a car and killed instantly. Still feeling a little miffed, Irving watches the chaos of the scene, the arrival of the emergency vehicles, and the fates of the other victims. Soon enough, an Angel called Malakh calls together the group of two women and three men. Evidentially, they need to get prepared for final judgment. I Never Saw Paris is based upon a really simple but extremely captivating concept. Who doesn’t ponder about what happens after death? Who wouldn’t get a bit anxious once they realize that the end is here and now or that they have to recall all their best and worst moments? Who wouldn’t be a little weary about being called to judgment? Which of the five characters would you most be like? Would you be the religious grandmother who raised her son alone after the tragic death of her husband and other son? Would you be the guilt ridden survivor of the holocaust? Would you be the shopaholic who bought things to make up for a lack of connection? Would you be the self created businessman who used everyone and anyone without a thought? Or would you be the gay man stuck in a life of lies and self judgment?