I watched "La Vie en Rose" for the second time last night, and since I already knew what was going to happen I was in tears throughout the whole movie.
Edith Piaf had such a sad and treacherous life, and yet she kept on singing and singing for the crowds that loved her. It really was her sole reason for living.
Got a bit upset when Nigel kept on asking me about the movie and why it made me cry... isn't it obvious? I don't think he realized that to me Edith Piaf is the heart of France. She was called the voice of Paris for a reason, she told of the life of so many french people in her words. We're a country that loves to cry... as much as we love to laugh.
The crying wasn't a bad thing, it was needed... it was crying for Edith and her life. I think that Nigel was looking for a connection to me and my life, and that's why he was curious. But really, I was just crying for Edith and her pain.

It's odd to me, people here in United States are raised to bottle up their emotions... While people cry at movies, they don't cry heavily and whole heartedly, because it wouldn't be proper I guess, and it might make people uneasy. Women are made fun of when they cry at a movie here, and they are often apologetic about it.
In France, you'll see grown men crying at movies if the movie requires it. Last night I was bawling my eyes out from the beginning to the end of the movie, because it's what I was feeling and what needed to come out. There wasn't anything bad about it, it was just the feeling I got from the movie... Sometimes being in this country really does make me feel like an alien. And no I wouldn't trade it, I do love this country... but I sometimes miss being completely understood by others.