Confession: I want to be Marion Cotillard. I could have a French accent and knowledge of what it was like to make out with Johnny Depp on screen last year. I would be an Oscar winner with impeccable fashion sense. And now I could slink around in a sexy red dress in a short film by Jonas Akerlund, but also show my punk side rocking out with Franz Ferdinand — all the while ensuring I get a lifetime of free Dior handbags.

Is it fair that one woman has it all? Whose life do you want?