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French with English subtitles

Starring Marion Cotillard as Edith Piaf and Gerard Depardieu as Louis Leplée

Written and Directed by Olivier Dahan

Produced by Ilan Goldman

http://www.EdithPiafMovie.com/

It would be slightly misleading to call Edith Piaf one of the greatest torch singers of all time. Certainly this is how she has been received in the United States, and filmgoers will quickly recognize her as a model for Satine in Baz Lurman’s postmodern musical Moulin Rouge. And that takes us closer to the truth: la Môme Piaf was the real thing — the quintessentially French, quintessentially raw artistic genius, doomed by fate to live for and suffer through her art. Featuring a rich catalog of Piaf’s musical recordings, La Vie en Rose is a bioepic introducing the little sparrow of Paris to a new generation and hoping to breathe new life into what has become a dated, if not quite moribund musical tradition.

The celebrated larger-than-life icon dubbed La Môme Piaf (“[the scrappy] kid sparrow”) was born Édith Giovanna Gassion in 1915 in Paris, and began life in the dicey and squalid immigrant district of Belleville (akin to London’s East End or Manhattan’s Lower East Side). Director and writer Dahan’s version reveals the inner Piaf, taking a highly subjective, if Cliff Notes-like highlights tour, moving backward and forward in time, focusing on key relationships and events that shaped her real life and public persona. Like her predecessors Marlene Dietrich and Jean Harlow, much of Piaf’s life remained enshrouded in mystery and mystification while she was alive. This film both clarifies and muddies those waters.

Actress Marion Cotillard (A Good Year) brings to life an astonishingly mesmerizing Piaf – she looks, she moves, she brawls and cajoles and wheedles and endears, and thoroughly convinces the audience she is Piaf. The camera lingers repeatedly on Piaf’s long, slim, bird’s feet, claw-like fingers. Piaf is rendered exactly as one would hope she would be – petite (4′ 8"), very slightly built, in true bohemian fashion consumptively sick all her life, and ballsy as only a Lumpenproletariat survivor can be. And when she opens her mouth to sing, a voice and a raw emotion the size of the Titanic comes thundering out, washing over and engulfing everyone in its path.

In this sense Piaf was the real thing. Her birth parents were circus performers, her mother a singer and her father an acrobat street performer. They survived hand to mouth and little Edith begged in the streets as a small child. Her mother abandoned her and her father left her with his own mother, who ran a brothel in Normandy. There she was raised to age fourteen, when her father returned from the army and they went back to begging in the streets. Scrappy by nature, Edith miraculously did not just survive but flourished under these conditions, answered prayers apparently to her childhood pilgrimage to honor Saint Thérèse de Lisieux

From modest, even severe circumstances Piaf would ascend to international star of song, stage, and film. Several of her most famous songs came from the street cabaret tradition, a kind of French soul-blues, all pure emotions and pure French Cockney idiom. A Pygmalion-like patron eventually mentored her, trainikng her in classical singing techniques and stage presence, transforming her from a diamond in the rough to the icon that is remembered today. Piaf had the original “street cred,” and the inevitable comparisons to current hip-hop reveal the paucity of heart and soul of the latter. All the more then, that la chanteuse sings to us today with such an aching urgency and unfamiliar authenticity.

Charming on-stage and before the public, Piaf was given increasingly to bouts of depression, rage, and binges. Dahan underscores Piaf’s life-long alcoholism and her serious addiction to morphine as consequences of her self-consuming ego. She was prescribed morphine as treatment following a serious car accident, and self-treated for worsening arthritis in her hands. The rest is history, though the camera’s infatuation with the long, massive medical needles Piaf used are scarier than most horror flick cgi props.

The apex of Piaf’s tragic life was epitomized in her hopelessly romantic love affair with a much younger, and married, man, then-world champion welterweight boxer Marcel Cerdan (Jean-Pierre Martins); the affair would fill the gossip columns and make headlines around the globe. In a deliciously sly storytelling moment, Dahan imagines how la Môme initiated the affair with her boxer. Over an intimate dinner date in a posh Manhattan restaurant, she presses the celebrity for details of his life, and Cerdan, in a boyishly, down-home-on-the-farm way, admit he is a gentleman farmer and likes to stay at home on his ranch in northern Africa. The audience can almost hear Piaf’s mind whirring away, “A pig farmer,” she is thinking, “he’s just like me.” (Claude Lelouch’s 1983 treatment of this relationship in his gem of a film Edith et Marcel offers a highly satisfying psychological exploration of the private lives of celebrities, with saturated visuals to match.)

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Beverly Berning has recently begun her fourth career as a high school teacher of French and Italian, but her love of film remains steadfast. A former film student who aspired to be just like her idols Woody Allen, Erik Rohmer and Charlie Kaufman, she has been writing reviews for Culturevulture since 2006.