La Vie en Rose, Directed by Olivier Dahan
La Môme, TF1 International, February 8, 2007 (France)
Screenplay: Olivier Dahan and Isabelle Sobelman
Starring: Marion Cotillard and Sylvie Testud
Die right now. You will see.
Journalist (Paulina Bakarova): If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be?
Edith Piaf (Marion Cotillard): Love.
Journalist: To a young girl?
Journalist: To a child?
A flash before the final curtain. What is revealed? Die right now. Imagine the moment. Listen to your heart fade against the closing silence. What is it, who is it, that you see? Where are you? Thoughts of love? Pain? A triumph, a tragedy? Are the illuminations laid out neatly in chronological order, from A to Z?
Where are you now?
The linear two-dimension graphic fails. Life cannot be adequately captured on a neat timeline—inked bullet points aligned in a rational sequence. The human condition is more abstract, fragmented, like a mosaic. Its true essence is in pieces strewn together that alone could never resemble the whole. Sparkling hot shards meld together in a prism that streams out arrays every which way, a brilliant rush configured by nature, not time.
The intersecting moments of light race down the rapids, splashing and crashing into one another, dipping under and out of focus, moving toward the end at breakneck speeds, a waterfall hurling over the life-meets-death edge with a shocking display of power, unspeakable beauty.
Here, in the plunging finish, there is no separation of A, B, or Z. And in this magical explosion of all that is gloriously revealed, you will catch a quick glimpse from a distance of your entire assembled mosaic—the wonders of it all, a burst of images, your essence—and see how it will be locked into eternity.
Die right now and you will see.