La Vie en Rose **
Directed by Olivier Dahan
Rated PG-13 for substance abuse, sexual content, brief nudity, language and thematic elements.
I will be crucified for this one by some cinematic psycho one day for saying the next two statements. Statement One: I was not a fan of "La Vie en Rose," to the point where I will even say it was a bad film. Statement Two: I was not blown away by the performance of Marion Cotillard in any way at all. And while I exited the theatre I heard people use the words "amazing" and "great" in regards to it, while I was kind of confused. "La Vie en Rose" is a biopic of Edith Piaf, but don't let the fancy French subtitles fool you. There is nothing in this film quality wise that makes it any different from a Hollywood biopic. There are still the montages, the extended musical bits, the drug problems. And it is all centered by a performance by Miss. Cotillard, who is sure to get hoards of nominations and maybe even an Oscar nomination, but I could not seem to get into it. I was more impressed by the make-up department than her acting, which managed to show different ages by Piaf, as the film jumps in time more than "The Good Shepherd." Bloated and overlong, "La Vie en Rose" is sure to be hailed as a biographical masterpiece by critics and audiences alike, and yet I found it to be one of the more overrated films I've seen all year. I checked my watch far too many times, and when Marion Cotillard's name came onto the screen at the end, instead of joining my audience in applause, I got up and walked out of the screening room. In movie land-the life of Edith Piaf is no different than the life of Ray Charles, of Johnny Cash. The language may differ, but its all the same movie.