Olivier Dahan's "La Vie en Rose"

Seriously, IS there a law that says Gerard Depardieu must somehow be involved in every big French movie? He randomly shoulders his way into this movie about the littlest sparrow, (Edith Piaff)- he's like a quarterback cutting through a thespian talent show.
But what TALENT.
Ok, I don't want to go into this too much: Marion Cotillard's Protean performance- what was it? Make-up? Different actresses? CGI? I swear... FUCK IMDB, I don't want to know! I was enthralled, befuddled: look at the way Edith morphs back and forth the way human beings will, only speeded up 300% and fractured. The movie itself is best enjoyed like the lapping waves of memory at the shore of confusion, if you know what I mean. Scenes from Edith's life are thrown before our eyes like bread before pigeons: catch what you can before everything flaps away in a messy flutter. You'll never get a good sense of who Edith Piaff was... But then again, it's very likely Edith Piaff didn't know who she was either.