This being a Céline Dion album — her 26th since 1981, actually — most of it is windblown, unsubtle and not terribly tasteful, although in fairness her French records do tend to be slightly more tasteful than her English ones. That’s not to say that Céline Dion en français can’t be unbearably florid, but it tends to feel, well, less florid in her native tongue. The “deluxe” edition also appends a remastered version of “Trois heures vingt,” one of the Dion songs Angélil selected before he died to be played at his own funeral at Notre-Dame Basilica. The title track is the only song here written (in partnership with longtime Dion collaborator Jean-Jacques Goldman) expressly for Angélil, and it’s actually rather good. It’s a perfectly timed tour de force, and an “oh yeah” reminder that, behind the schmaltz and the overproduction that come hand-in-hand with her recordings, Céline Dion is a really, really good singer.

Source: thestar August 26, 2016 11:26 UTC