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Wednesday, 13 January 2010

La Vie En Rose...



Trapped indoors this last week (and more!) with nowhere to go, we fell upon our Sky+ digital recordings of times long past... (Note to self: We are now back chez nous, having spent one night in the Georgian Gulag with nerves straining for fear of pushing over a prayer lily on a white china pedestal in the narrower than narrow china bathroom; We narrowly averted a cream tablecloth/white wine/cream carpet fiasco, as the wonderful Collie Dog, Gable, (my one and only true love!), lashed his Basil Brush tail precariously near my fragile crystal glass of Sancerre while I was over-exciting him by loving him too much!

We slept like logs, however... Logs which swear and scratch at being found in unfamiliar sheets; Logs which faint at the sight of a portapotty, craftily positioned in the fledgeling en-suite... Logs that wrangle squishy sofas, soft eiderdowns, wonderfully thick fluffy towels and dodgily slippy bath-mats, and leave the lovely, lovely house looking as if a mad-crazy tornado has been flung through it...

We are far safer, (and hospitable, rather than hospitalized!), chez nous following a sharpish thaw... So, back to normal enfin (...that's normal for Fhina, mind!).

And we found this treasure of a movie, La Vie En Rose, with the magical Marion Cotillard as Edith Piaf, the little sparrow, who was dragged from the filthy gutters of Montmartre, Paris and elevated to Hollywood Heights... (Photograph by Emil Cadoo)


And you've heard me twitter about 'Je ne regrette rien...', but seeing la Belle Dame Sans Merci in all her finery and witnessing all of her tragic, tragic life for the first time for me... and understanding that all that counts is love, and all that hurts is love, and love is all that finally matters...

Well, it was an education. And seeing the little chanteuse, in her LBD noir serieuse in this original footage - Watch it twice, once for the words, once for her hand movements and the rhythm of the song and the slow dance... La Farandole... Glorious.

Entrancing...

8 comments:

She Writes said...

fascinating! Yuo always introduce me to people I do not know of yet!

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

I must see this movie. I missed it when it first came out and I've heard nothing but raves about it. Thanks for the reminder!

Bagman and Butler said...

You do, indeed, live in a world that I love to visit. Your blog is always dressed in an elegent and mysterious veil.

Derrick said...

Hi Fhina,

Piaf's right hand didn't seem to belong to her somehow! Wonderful diction and intensity. Glad you are back safe chez vous. A tout a l'heure!

Elizabeth Bradley said...

What a movie, what a performance! Tops.

French Fancy said...

I must read back and see about your trip away somewhere. I'm with you on the feeling a bit happier at home. Staying in other places is anicer thought than an actuality - for me anyway.

I bought that film for my Ma-in-law last year and spent a happy two hours watching it with her.

Fat, frumpy and fifty... said...

rien, de riend, je ne regrette rien Ahh, ca c'est tres, tres bon!

I've watched this 4 or 5 times, it is FAB...and you really believe its her, it is a startling real performance..
l have grown to love the petit sparrow ove rthe years...

Suldog said...

"La Vie..." is a wonderful movie, and the true story is fascinating, isn't it?

Something I wrote earlier...

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