Not just a 'weepie' but a heaving-shoulder sobfest. I watched this at The Swiss House near Leicester Square, which is quite a small intimate cinema. I was there on my own, admittedly being a sad git and the house was packed; a fair proportion of whom were gay couples. I go to the cinema a helluva lot and on the Audience Reaction Richter scale this film was a force ten with warnings. It wasn't just the whole gender identity thing which was palpable and heart-wrenching but the powerful evocations of all childhood miseries that choked me up... Like the first day at my new school realising I was the only person wearing a homemade uniform (sorry mum but this has scarred me for life). At the Swiss House, the audience have to take a lift down to the exit and strangers were literally hugging each other because we all knew we had been crying our bloody eyes out unashamedly. I completely ruined my favourite scarf blowing my nose and wiping my mascara off my sodden face. This film just touches a raw emotional inner place so bloody beautifully..Formidable!!
Review of Ma vie en rose
