I would like to thank the Singapore 25th French Film Festival for for being in existence and for showing the movie Paris 36 and also Mademoiselles Betchie and Arlyn for inviting me to watch that film with them tonight.
It’s only the second French film I’ve seen (the first one being Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain, thanks to the recommendation of a girl I met in a hosting gig), and I liked it so much it’s making me blog right now even though it’s well past midnight and I ought to be sleeping.
On New Year’s Eve of 1935, the hall’s manager, Pigoil, loses both his wife and his
Months later, our poor protagonist loses his beloved son Jojo as well when the child is given to his ex wife because Pigoil has no job and cannot support the child. This pushes Pigoil to get income by reclaiming Chansonia with the help of
Jacky and Milou and the rest of the former employees of the hall. Galapiat decides to give them a month to prove that they can make the place profitable again.
Meanwhile, a beautiful young woman named Douce crosses their path who is brought on as an announcer but ends up wowing the audience with her voice. She catches the attention of both Galapiat and Milou but instead of offering her heart to either one, she runs off to further her career by joining a more promising company.
The Chansonia’s reopening turns out to be a disaster and this, together with no word from his son despite his many letters, drives Pigoil to desperation and up a ladder from which he falls off.
Meanwhile, Pigoil has not died from the fall but only injured his foot. He goes home to find that his landlord was claiming all his possessions. He prays them spare his son’s accordion and brings it to him. But Jojo is not home, so he just leaves it on the boy’s bed, pausing to inhale his son’s fragrance from the shirt on his bed.
Much later, Jojo inadvertently discovers that his mother had been hiding his and his father’s letters. Back home, Pigoil is roused from his furnitureless apartment by a serenade below his window – his beloved Jojo had come home to play him a tune on his accordion.
Ten years later, he is released and he walks towards a jam-packed Chansonia. He is about to ask the guard to tell the star, Jo Pigoil, that his father has arrived, but he changes his mind and tells the guard “nevermind, let him play” instead.
He sits outside the music hall and listens to his boy making both their dreams come true for them.
A somewhat sad yet still happy ending.
I was also touched by the radio man’s love for Rose. I shed tears for those scenes and a few more, but it was totally worth it. Tres magnifique! I am so watching more French films after this.