Not far outside Paris, at the beginning of the Roaring 20s, Marguerite lives in a sumptuous mansion, spending much of her time singing famous opera arias dressed in elaborate theatrical costumes. Marguerite sings whole-heartedly, bearing her soul, but is also terribly, and comically, out of tune. When a young, provocative journalist writes a rave review of her latest private recital, Marguerite’s delusion that she’s a talented diva continues to grow. She finds her intricate fantasy of artistic accomplishment enabled by Madelbos (Denis Mpunga), a butler with his own aesthetic strivings, as well as her audience who encourage her to perform purely for their own amusement.
“My earliest memory of my mother dates from when I was four or five: she called my two brothers and me to the table saying, “Boys, Guillaume, dinner!” and the last time I spoke to her on the phone, she hung up saying, “Take care, my big girl.” And, well, between the two there were quite a few misunderstandings.”