Turning to Edith Piaf's last night, she was lying in bed, her mind flew to childhood, her father silently put his hand into his clothes and took out a cute doll. This is the end of the movie, but it is like the beginning of "One Hundred Years of Solitude". The director went from her future, back to her past, back to her future, and recalled again. . . Her life is just so complicated. The messy narrative is a fragment of the past she recalls as she nears the end of her life. One is the love of prostitutes in the brothel as a child, and the blindness is reborn, the other is the juggler who breathes fire with his father's circus mouth and the Virgin that he saw in the fire, and the other is the nervousness of singing for the first time in my life and excitement. . . Gradually, what I remember is the most loyal and loving friend who never gave up, the lawless bistro on the streets of Paris, the free and easy singing along the street when I was young, and the night sky of New York that night I spent with the man I loved the most. . . It is countless performances, and it is the hardships and pains suffered on the road to fame. . . In the end, I recalled the day when my favorite man's plane crashed and the night my child died. In the scene of the loss of a lover, the director used a perfect and fantastic long shot to show the audience how Edith felt at that time. She loves him affectionately, and thinks of him fervently. After he promised to come to see her by plane, she happily took a small pill and welcomed the arrival and kiss of a man in the morning after sleep. Bring him delicious coffee, "Let me serve you!" Wanted to give him the watch he had prepared but couldn't find it. But when he was looking for it, he was told that the plane had crashed. Marseille is dead. . . We follow Edith through the room, following her emotions from the most beautiful paradise to the end of the world. It turned out that the arrival of Marseille was just a beautiful and cruel dream! Edith howled with grief, his face contorted, and for a split second, tears flowed. In an instant, our hearts shattered with her. . .
Edith's self-imposed exile was largely due to the death of Marseille. In fact, she is just a simple woman who is uninhibited to a little paranoid. I love a man deeply, have hope for him, and weave a sweater for him. Without hope and without love, she had no choice but to cover up her grief with indulgence. Losing her beauty in love is her addiction to alcohol and drugs. The daughter of a street singer and juggler, step-by-step on her way to international superstardom. Although he has unlimited love from people, he has never been able to get his favorite. She is lonely because of the lack of love, but because of her talent, she fills the gap in her heart with a loud, full and even over-strength singing. So in the end, Edith's advice to women, girls, and children in an interview with reporters on the beach is three calm and powerful answers -- to love. "We are nothing without love," Edith Piaf said. Her true worldview values and her outspoken attitude towards life are her more valuable assets than her singing voice.
The rose eventually withered. In the last performance, Olympia, she was already aging, her face was pale and her lips were blood red, but she was like a child, with a little shyness and naughty, and her heart was still dazed and fragile. Yeah, except for singing, whenever she fell in love with something, fate took something ruthlessly away. Despite this, she still used her strength to tell: "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" (No, I have no regrets)
"No regrets, no I have no regrets
and those friendships, those regrets and sorrows I have forgotten the past
no Sorry, no, I have no regrets, love rules everything and slowly fades away ,
go astray ,
forget the past
, I used all my memories to light the fire,
whether it was happiness or sadness, it's all thrown into the fire No regrets from scratch , no I have no regrets
And those friendships, those regrets and sorrows, I have forgotten the past
and have no regrets, no, I have no regrets
in my life, my happiness
is with you today..."
Suddenly I feel that human life is made up of imperfections, and love is earned .
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