LA VIE EN ROSE C’est Magnifique
Sunday, July 29th, 2007There is nothing like a brilliant actress playing a crazy person to get my juices flowing. Throw in some music and set it against the backdrop of Paris and I’m in seventh heaven. Well, who wouldn’t be, right?
If you’ve seen La Vie En Rose you can only imagine the heady state I was in as I walked out of the theatre. I’m new to writing reviews and am not well versed in “spoiler” etiquette so let me just say, if you’re the kind of person who is going to get all pissy about that sort of thing, I’ll let you know right now I’m giving it a thumbs up so you can stop reading, bookmark this page and run out and see the movie. When you’re finished, come back and continue reading immediately. I’ll be waiting.
Hey, I didn’t hear you come in, dija have a good time? Cool, let’s continue…
La Vie En Rose is the life story of French chanteuse/icon Edith Piaf. Piaf is an enigma to say the least. She was born and raised in squalor. The details of her early life are not accurately documented and this film pieces many details together to rather approximate the flavor of what her childhood was like as opposed to offering an absolute historical depiction.

In a nutshell, she was born to a street singer mother and an acrobat father in Belleville, Paris in 1918. From the opening scene we get that this was not just a slum but rather the crowning achievement of slum-dom. Edith’s father eventually took her from her crazed and/or drug addled mother and placed her in the care of her grandmother who ran a brothel in Normandy. Can you say, “out of the frying pan and into the fire?” The film details the ambiance of a post-World War I brothel in Normandy so thoroughly that it’s fast paced editing actually does it a disservice.
I found the setting so fascinating that I wanted the camera to linger so I could really soak it all up. Prostitutes also fascinate me but that’s another story. The film shows that Little Edith was blinded for several of her earliest years, according to Wikipedia likely due to keratitis or iritis. I couldn’t help but think it was God’s way of saying, “This sucks for you so I’m going to blind you just so you don’t actually have to see any of it.”
Eventually Edith’s father comes and rescues her from the whorehouse and takes her with him back to the circus. To-may-to/to-mah-to. Shortly after that the film kicks into the more accurately documented details of her life.
She gets hooked up with a boyfriend/pimp whom she pays from her earnings as a street singer, we’re lead to assume as opposed to a street walker. Good fortune finally smiles on Edith when she is discovered by Gérard Depardieu. Well, not the real Gérard Depardieu but the character he plays who is the owner of a nightclub. From there she goes on to become the Edith Piaf the world came to love and adore.
I can’t write anymore at this point without mentioning Marion Cotillard, the actress who plays Edith Piaf from her teens until her death at age 47. Remember her name because I will not be surprised at all if we see her walking the red carpet come Oscar time. She is breathtaking and heartbreaking. She gives the kind of performance that hits you somewhere deep down in the soul. While we could sit and quibble about the film’s structure, style or accuracy it makes no difference when it contains a performance of this magnitude.

I could babble on and on about this heavenly marriage of actress and icon but the bottom line is that she is magnificent, plain and simple. Edith Piaf lived a hot and intense life filled with poverty and pain, fame and fortune, disease and addiction, romance and glamour. Mlle. Cotillard delivers it all…in spades.
Oh yeah, before I forget it’s in French and subtitled. If that sort of thing bothers you, get over it. It won’t kill you to read a little bit.
The best way to see this movie is all by yourself on a rainy afternoon when you’re feeling melancholy. It’s the kind of movie to go see when you desperately need to feel connected with something or when you need to escape into a world that’s not your own. Isn’t it funny how experiencing someone else’s pain can make us feel better about our own? Maybe that is the beauty of great art.
Click her for a little teaser and enjoy La Vie En Rose