I know that everybody and their dog has already written exhaustively about Coco Before Chanel, but I just saw it last week, ok?
It was good. It definitely shattered some of my notions about Coco Chanel as an independent, self-made woman– which she was, but… anyway, she had some help. Which is fine. I guess. It just made me feel all squidgy inside. I had to make a word up to describe my feelings.
Like all French movies, it made me want to pack up and move to France. I liked the sparse dialogue. Audrey Tautou was wonderful, as usual. Here’s the thing though: for some crazy reason, I though it would be about fashion, which it’s not. Yes, I got caught up in the love triangle, but mostly I was just interested in what everybody was wearing.
And guess what? Coco pretty much wears the same dress throughout the whole movie. Which is realistic, I suppose, but also a bit dull.
Without further ado, the best part of the movie, aka the fashion porn:
