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		 Gainsbourg: A 
		Heroic Life (1/10) 
		by Tony Medley 
		Run time 122 
		minutes. 
		Not for 
		children. 
		This film, which 
		starts out well with good titles, quickly degenerates into something 
		that makes one think, "If this is a heroic life, what kind of life would 
		be unheroic." Because this film paints Gainsbourg (Eric Elmosnino, who 
		won the 2011 César as best actor) as a jerk. Worse, except for his 
		smoking and drinking and some of his many lovers like Brigitte Bardot (Laetitia 
		Casta) and Brit Jane Birkin (Lucy Gordon), with whom he had a 13-year 
		affair, we learn virtually nothing about the man. We don't know how he 
		wrote his songs; we don't know if there was any inspiration for them; we 
		don't know if they came easily or he labored over them; we don't know 
		how he finally got them recorded or performed; we know nothing. But we 
		do know that he drank a lot, smoked all the time,  bedded a lot of 
		beautiful women, and that he was basically an unlikeable jerk. This is 
		heroic? 
		Elomosnino does 
		a good job of acting, unless he was trying to create sympathy for 
		Gainsbourg. If so, he failed dismally. Casta is a beautiful, believable 
		Bardot. There is quite a bit of nudity, but it is certainly not erotic. 
		The production values are very good. 
		Unfortunately, 
		the film is psuedo-avant-garde, told by writer/director Joann Sfar (who 
		won a César in 2011 for this as Best First Film) with Serge almost 
		constantly being accompanied by his alter ego, who looks like a 
		hawk-nosed Pinocchio puppet with long, long fingers. It seems like it's 
		a fantasy. In fact, my companion thought it was fictional. She had never 
		heard of this guy and none of his music was familiar. That might be 
		because it was pretty forgettable. The film is replete with snippets 
		from his songs, but rarely are they played in full. Apparently what he's 
		most famous for is setting the French National Anthem, La 
		Marseillaise, to a reggae beat, which, according to this film, 
		caused a riot. 
		Sfar said "I 
		don't want to go around delving into his personal life to discover who 
		he really was. I couldn't care less about the truth." Sfar did 
		accomplish what he set out to accomplish: he tells virtually nothing 
		about the man and, clearly, what we see here is not the truth. Among the 
		many key figures in Gainsbourg's life that Sfar left out of the film is 
		Jacques Brel. Juliette Gréco (Anna Mouglalis) and France Gall (Sara 
		Forestier) do appear, but the film is so obtuse that their meaning to 
		his life is muted. There's apparently a lot to his story, but since Sfar 
		didn't think it important to deal with the "facts" of his interesting 
		life, what's the point of seeing his phantasmagoric film? In French. 
		August 24, 2011 
		 
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