I have nothing but the utmost respect for
Céline Dion. Say what you will about her being over-the-top or her actions contrived, but at the end of the day sheer talent cannot be denied. In this day and age of artists who pop up on blogs, getting loads of buzz and then disappearing by the time they actually release an album,
Dion is a reminder of what it takes to stay in the game for good. She has rightfully earned her place in pop music history as a legend. I challenge you to go through her
My Love-Ultimate Essential Collection
and admit to not knowing the words to at least half of these songs.
Her first ever authorized film Céline Dion: Through the Eyes of the World is a documentary which follows her along with husband René and son René-Charles on their travels during her 2008-2009 Taking Chances World Tour. Along the way, we witness memorable visits to South Africa where we see a nurturing Dion cuddling with Baby White Tigers and then lying down in Nelson Mandela's former prison cell. We see her breaking down emotionally in Germany where she visits a Concentration Camp, standing over a pit where ashes of the deceased were scattered. In South Korea, she introduces one of her dancers who after being born there, emigrated to America as a child. That dancer was reunited tearfully with her motherland, being welcomed with a resounding round of applause from the audience, making for a very genuinely heartfelt moment.
During a press conference in China, Dion is grilled by the difficult media about what "China Power" means to her. Always politically correct and vaguely inspirational, she handles the tricky moment with grace in speaking convincingly about the importance of standing behind one's dream no matter where they might come from. Of course, this didn't quite answer the question, but it drew nods of approval from the media. We see Dion in Paris where she is awarded a Legion of Honour medal by Prime Minister Nicolas Sarkozy for her outstanding contributions to French culture, in taking the language far beyond the borders of that nation. Outside her hotel, we see her being boxed-in by thousands of fans after a two hour-long show, where she takes the time to sign 300+ autographs for her fans from within her car. Now that's dedication. And I haven't even mentioned the amount of love and respect she gets from her native Montreal, where hoards of fans are seen chasing her vehicle outside the Bell Centre after her show. Canadians tend to be tougher on their own talent so accomplishing this level of pandemonium is no easy feat.