La Vie en rose

What a muddled, nonsensical chronology, fragmented for no discernable purpose, and Dahan’s stylistic choices (as in Vie promise) drive me nuts. What, for example, besides pure affectation, is the point of filming her perhaps biggest starmaking concert without sound? And with no joy whatsover, the viewer is just wrenched from one histrionic tragedy in Piaf’s life to the next. Cotillard does exactly what she’s called upon to do, but all the wailing gets to be a bit too much, a bit one-note, and I’d say she’s worthy of a nomination but I’m not as ready to throw the accolades at her like many are. Anyway, for a biopic I don’t think it’s very effective either in telling the story of a life or presenting a human being.