Little Girl Blue (2023) review

Director Achache attempts to examine the life of her late mother Carole - an actress, photographer and writer - who committed suicide in 2016, so she casts Marion Cotillard to play her, asks that she wears Carole's clothing, jewelry and perfume and then goes through the details of her past, including difficulties with her own mother (Mona's grandmother), associating with famous writers (she had a dark history with Jean Genet) and her time spent as a prostitute and addict.  It's too scatterbrained to be even remotely coherent and undercuts the attempt to pay tribute to a troubled parent, and I can't help but wonder if it wouldn't have been better if the biopic was structured in a relatively "traditional" manner without resorting to meta-fiction.  In the end - and I'm not sure it was conscious decision - it becomes more about Mona than Carole and just another exercise in self-absorption.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again: put the camera down and go to a therapist.