But whatever, the point is, Edith grew up in extreme hardship, poverty, and sickness; became an overnight smash success; partied too hard, loved too much, etc, etc. And practically invented the over-the-top, melodramatic French cabaret song. As usual in these affairs, the film ends with her breathtaking come-back concert and that quintessential performance of Non, je ne regrette rien.
(For more Cotillard, you could check out the goofy A Good Year ; it's mostly an odd Russell Crowe vehicle, which tries too hard to be fun, but Cotillard's brightness and spirit makes the romantic finale almost plausible.)
Posted by netrc at January 15, 2008 01:06 PM