My Life in Pink is a french drama of a 7 year old boy named Ludovic who wishes to be a girl, henceforth decides to dress and act like one, but his actions begin to slowly anger the citizens of the conservative neighborhood they live in, and the problems begin.A film that takes a rarely touched upon subject and treats it with care and gravity. Filming it in such a way that you are experiencing the events through the eyes of Ludovic, you grow a care for the child, because he is so innocent and sincere that you can't help but feel bad or angry at the people berating and punishing him all throughout the story.Ludovic's parents had a difficult role as they try to control and take away something that is slowly but surely beginning to affect their normal lives as well. Their acting is just fantastic, and they were written very well, and while the film revolves around Ludovic, the stars of the film are his parents IMO. Props to Michèle Laroque and Jean- Philippe Écoffey.With a well executed drama, the film also has very subtle symbolism on religion and social norms that i feel should be noted, as it gives an extra sense of value to the film, especially since the filmmakers didn't make the symbolism obvious and in your face.The only thing i can say i didn't like was the ending, while the whole scene felt mostly metaphorical, and it's possible i missed something, i can't help but feel it was forced and poorly handled to have a happy ending. but that is only one small part of an otherwise good drama. If you enjoy, heartfelt, social dramas i feel you may enjoy the film.

A very sweet, well intended, good-natured film about a 7 year old boy who is convinced he's supposed to be a girl, and wants to dress and act accordingly. His parents' confusion, and inability to deal with the situation are shown without making them monsters, even as it all starts to tear at the fabric of the family, costing the father his job, etc. What didn't work as well for me was the weaving in of the Tim Burton-esque magical realism/fantasy element of the young boy's dream world. Somehow, in the end, the film felt too light and sunny to really rip at your guts, and yet too dark to just enjoy as a wish fulfillment fantasy of the way the world should be. So while well worth seeing, it ends up as a little less than it has signs of becoming.

I'm a great lover of French Cinema, but this film in particular blew me away. The story was one of the most moving things i have ever witnessed. It was something that really tugged at the heartstrings, some parts of the film were so powerful and the feelings that were being emoted were so strong it was hard to watch. The cinematography was brilliant. The use of colour was a real breath of fresh air, something which needs to find its way into mainstream films. The camera work was skillful and each shot seemed considered and perfected. The whole film was a masterpiece and something which I will remember for a very longtime if not forever.

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!!