I finally saw La Môme (aka La Vie en Rose). A fascinating film.
I grew up with the music of Édith Piaf, as my mother loves it. Songs like “Padam, Padam” and “Non, je ne regrette rien” were with me ever since I could think. Artists like Cássia Eller found their way into my heart because of Piaf covers. I really don’t know, why I haven’t seen this movie before.
But even if you don’t have any connections to Piaf’s music, this film is bound to captivate you. Piaf’s story is fascinating, she’s had so many highs and lows without ever giving up. The acting, not only Marion Cotillard‘s [I saw the making of. It was amazing how different she was, when she was giving interviews, already in make-up: she was Marion Cotillard in Piaf make-up. In the movie, she was Édith Piaf, with all the body language and everything.] but everyone’s, is perfect. The jumpy, not chronological directing fits the whole thing very well.
Altogether, a really, really good movie.
But what makes it extraordinary – and it is extraordinary – is the following scene:
A five minute in one cut scene is really hard to shoot. A five minute in one cut scene, which is good, is even more difficult. A five minute in one cut scene that focusses on one person is usually artistic suicide. A five minute in one cut scene that focusses on one person, who goes from happier than some people will ever be in their lives to almost dieing from grief and being successful with shooting that is more than extraordinary. I have tears in my eyes just thinking about it.
Definitely a must see. Definitely.
[On a lighter note: Jean-Pierre Martins: Hot.]