La Vie en Rose (original title: La Môme, English title: La Vie En Rose) is a 2007 French biographical film.
It depicts the life of the real-life chanson singer Edith Piaf. It was entered into the 57th Berlin International Film Festival. The lead actress Marion Cotillard won the Best Actress Award at the 33rd César Awards and the Best Actress Award at the 80th Academy Awards.
The film depicts the life of Piaf, who grew up in a brothel and was scouted on the street to become a singer.
She built a career but was not blessed with love, interspersed with several symbolic episodes. ...From Wikipedia.
The film with the same title is currently being broadcast on NHK BS.
I must have watched this film once long ago, but I don't think I watched the whole thing, perhaps because the content was too tragic.
Today, I started watching it almost from the beginning.
It was the first time I had seen the third section about her upbringing.
I reacted to Edith Piaf's singing voice as if she were a singer born to sing.
When I first heard her voice, I thought she was a singer who would never be seen again in the world of chanson.
I only knew bits and pieces about her.
Among them, I knew her love for the boxer Marcel was true.
Of course, I also knew that he had died in a plane crash.
The other day, I decided to include her singing voice in the background of my photo collection.
And today is New Year's Eve.
While organizing and examining the photos a while ago, I came across a photo collection from March 20th, 2014.
I had completely forgotten about it, but on that day, I visited my hometown for the first time after the Tohoku earthquake.
The nursing home where my mother lived was a sturdy three-story reinforced concrete building that remained untouched by the great earthquake.
However, my mother, who was living on the first floor, was swept away by the tsunami and did not survive.
The building was left as it was after being hit by the tsunami and was left abandoned.
The relative who showed me around had passed away suddenly a few years ago, even though he was still young.
Perhaps it was because I saw that photo.
Everywhere in this film, I feel a sense of mourning.
It is another example of how genius knows genius, and the best know the best.
I came to this life of bachelorhood without even wanting it, but as a businessman, I paid over 17 billion yen in taxes to the Japanese government in just 10 years of my prime.
From Christmas to the end of the year, I hated being in Japan as a single person, so during this time, I would visit Hawaii every year and spend my time playing golf and swimming.
As I have already mentioned, for example, at the bar at the Ritz Carlton on Maui, Michelle Kwan, who was sitting at the table behind me, gave me a very hot stare.
This year, I decided not to buy any Osechi or other food.
After all, it's because it's not delicious.
Food is at its best when it's freshly made.
I thought about making a reservation for lunch on January 1st at the Chinese restaurant in the hotel where I'm a member, but my good friend is happy with just a book and has little interest in food.
So even if we eat a relatively expensive meal, it won't be helpful.
The other day, I visited Higashiyama for the first time in almost half a year.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to take a photo of the Kōdai-ji Temple.
When I decided to go home via Gion Shijo, a solution came to me instantly.
It is the scene where Marcel's plane crashes.
The plane also carried Ginette Neveu, the super-duper genius violinist who had appeared before Natsuho, the prodigy born in France, and her pianist brother.
Neveu is genuinely excellent, but after hearing Ms. Murata Natsuho play the other night, I had a thought.
Natsuho is like the pianist Michelangelo, the most outstanding violinist in history who cannot be compared to anyone else...
It depicts the life of the real-life chanson singer Edith Piaf. It was entered into the 57th Berlin International Film Festival. The lead actress Marion Cotillard won the Best Actress Award at the 33rd César Awards and the Best Actress Award at the 80th Academy Awards.
The film depicts the life of Piaf, who grew up in a brothel and was scouted on the street to become a singer.
She built a career but was not blessed with love, interspersed with several symbolic episodes. ...From Wikipedia.
The film with the same title is currently being broadcast on NHK BS.
I must have watched this film once long ago, but I don't think I watched the whole thing, perhaps because the content was too tragic.
Today, I started watching it almost from the beginning.
It was the first time I had seen the third section about her upbringing.
I reacted to Edith Piaf's singing voice as if she were a singer born to sing.
When I first heard her voice, I thought she was a singer who would never be seen again in the world of chanson.
I only knew bits and pieces about her.
Among them, I knew her love for the boxer Marcel was true.
Of course, I also knew that he had died in a plane crash.
The other day, I decided to include her singing voice in the background of my photo collection.
And today is New Year's Eve.
While organizing and examining the photos a while ago, I came across a photo collection from March 20th, 2014.
I had completely forgotten about it, but on that day, I visited my hometown for the first time after the Tohoku earthquake.
The nursing home where my mother lived was a sturdy three-story reinforced concrete building that remained untouched by the great earthquake.
However, my mother, who was living on the first floor, was swept away by the tsunami and did not survive.
The building was left as it was after being hit by the tsunami and was left abandoned.
The relative who showed me around had passed away suddenly a few years ago, even though he was still young.
Perhaps it was because I saw that photo.
Everywhere in this film, I feel a sense of mourning.
It is another example of how genius knows genius, and the best know the best.
I came to this life of bachelorhood without even wanting it, but as a businessman, I paid over 17 billion yen in taxes to the Japanese government in just 10 years of my prime.
From Christmas to the end of the year, I hated being in Japan as a single person, so during this time, I would visit Hawaii every year and spend my time playing golf and swimming.
As I have already mentioned, for example, at the bar at the Ritz Carlton on Maui, Michelle Kwan, who was sitting at the table behind me, gave me a very hot stare.
This year, I decided not to buy any Osechi or other food.
After all, it's because it's not delicious.
Food is at its best when it's freshly made.
I thought about making a reservation for lunch on January 1st at the Chinese restaurant in the hotel where I'm a member, but my good friend is happy with just a book and has little interest in food.
So even if we eat a relatively expensive meal, it won't be helpful.
The other day, I visited Higashiyama for the first time in almost half a year.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to take a photo of the Kōdai-ji Temple.
When I decided to go home via Gion Shijo, a solution came to me instantly.
It is the scene where Marcel's plane crashes.
The plane also carried Ginette Neveu, the super-duper genius violinist who had appeared before Natsuho, the prodigy born in France, and her pianist brother.
Neveu is genuinely excellent, but after hearing Ms. Murata Natsuho play the other night, I had a thought.
Natsuho is like the pianist Michelangelo, the most outstanding violinist in history who cannot be compared to anyone else...
Edith Piaf - Non, je ne regrette rien (Audio officiel)
Edith Piaf - La vie en rose (Audio officiel)
