This just has to be one of the most amazing and moving films I have ever
seen. I'm not usually one to cry at the movies but I did in this one. I
don't know why. I was surprised at my reaction.

Plenty of movies have been made about poor kid discovered, makes it big
as an entertainer, lives passionately, does substance abuse and dies
tragically too young (although Piaf was already old before her time
partly because of such abuse) but this was a class on its own, a whole
universe separate from the rest. The film, like Edith Piaf, was one one
of a kind, never to be remade and with the mould being thrown away.

One theme was religion with St Theresa being Edith's favoured saint to
pray to. She was apparently religious. The last scene that leads into
what must be her signature song, No Je Ne Regrette Rien, has her fussing
around to find her cross before she goes on stage.

It consists of an uncontinuous flashbacks because her older self, her
childhood poverty growing up in a brothel and latter in a circus troop
and all the horrific tragedies in her life in between. With the
depressing tragedy come all the great Edith Piaf music with how can you
describe the direction. Parfait does not do justice.