Do you recall Edith Piaf? Some of you do. Some of you don't. Edith Piaf was one of the tragic-magical chanteuses of the last mid-century. I heard her, saw her at the Copacobana after a high school prom. I remember her words, I remember her voice, I remember her affect, her drama, even her loves. French by birth and by deep conviction (one of the most stirring songs in the film "La Vie En Rose"--all of them lip-synched from original Piaf recordings--is La Marseillaise), Piaf was an original in the long line of post-war European vocalists of subtle emotions that sometimes elevate, often explode: all the way to Nana Mouskouri, Charles Aznavour, Frida Boccara, George Moustaki and Serge Gainsbourg. She was the Simone Signoret of lyric. Well, I saw "La Vie en Rose" last night, and the title of the movie is the title of one of Piaf's greatest songs. Piaf is played by Marion Cottilard whose performance will not be forgotten: intense, breaking the edges of compulsion and madness, erotic, religiously (it seems to me) authentic and psychologically so truthful that it could be used in university classes about childhood and later identity. In any case, it was a rapturous two hours. Edith's intimate and resentful friend was played by Sylvie Testud, winner of three Cesars, the French equivalent of the Oscar. She also co-starred with Paul Rudd and Romany Malco in "The Chateau," a film directed by Jesse Peretz. There, I did it. My son will be furious. It is a truly hilarious romantic comedy. You can now get it at all the film services. Jesse's two other movies are "First Love, Last Rites," an adaptation of Ian McEwan's grim short story with the same title, in which star Paul Rudd and Natasha Wagner, and another romantic comedy, "The Ex," starring Amanda Peet, Jason Bateman, Zach Braff, Mia Farrow, Charles Grodin and Donal Logue.