Last night, after a very grueling run workout (four miles on a track is as tough a mental challenge as it is physical), I settle in bed to watch La Vie en Rose, the bio
pic of Edith Piaf. Now, I really didn't know more about Edith Piaf than the fact the she's French, iconic, and I really enjoy her music. This is an amazing wonderful film, and there is no wonder why Marion Cotillard won the Oscar for her performance. She's a camilion, switching between the young, vibrant, baudy girl to the frail sickly 50 year old woman who looks about 80. As wonderful as the movie was, at the end all I could think was how sad her life was. Do real artists always have to suffer so much?
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