Movie Talk: Marie Antoinette
By Kathleen Bolton | April 9, 2007 |
Finally, it was my turn for a movie in my family’s Netflix queue, and good luck that my movie arrived over the holiday weekend. I’d been wanting to see Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette for some time. Turns out I could’ve kept waiting.
For historical film buffs like me, it was something of a mixed bag. I will say this: the look of it is fabulous. It’s as frothy and baroque as a Fragonard painting. Kirsten Dunst is appealing as Marie, and Jason Schwartzman as the hapless Louis XVI looked the part. Coppola managed to capture the odd flavor of France’s decaying ancien regime: hedonism coupled to ennui, which brought about an attitude of unforgivable blindness to the country’s political powderkeg.
Despite the movie’s strong visual appeal, it lacked a story. So the whole thing was about as satisfying as one of those Laduree pastries Coppola managed to cram into every shot: it looked great, but lacked substance. Marie Antoinette arrives in Versailles an artless teen who loves puppies; as France’s Dauphine she becomes a young woman who loves puppies and lots of clothes; then there’s a muddled third act where the loss of one of her children and a lover make her grow up, except we really don’t see any of that. Coppola’s fond of long reaction shots, and even a great actor like Dunst can’t tell a whole story with facial reactions. So by the time the Revolution arrives on their doorstep at Versailles, you don’t really feel any sense of pity or empathy for Marie. She–and her husband–remained stunted adolescents throughout the whole movie.
Maybe that was what Coppola was going for. But to engage a viewer, an actual story is needed. Instead we got lots of shots of the young queen sitting in a field of daisies longing for a more natural life. So for me, the movie ultimately failed.
I will say that one of Coppola’s most audacious decisions, a soundtrack consisting of 1980’s New Wave music, was inspired. The film’s strongest scene was the shopping montage where Marie and her ladies are selecting new shoes and gorging on pastries to the jungle soundscape of Bow Wow Bow’s I Want Candy. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
In a coda to our Mary Sue discussion, my daughter and I watched The Sound of Music together over the weekend. I’d forgotten that Maria is the embodiment of a Mary Sue. With her guitar and her plucky spirit, she grated on every last nerve I possessed. But my daughter loved the movie, and she loved Maria. So it was a reminder that Mary Sues are very much a matter of taste and age and experience. I did sorta want the Nazi’s to break her guitar, though.
I, too, love the feel of a good period piece. Gimme Amadeus, Shakespeare in Love, and Pride and Prejudice anytime. But some are disappointing despite the beautiful costumes and rich settings (King Arthur, anyone?).
I like SoM, though you’re right – Maria is a Mary Sue. The thing that’s always bothered me about the movie is the difference in tone about halfway through, when the focus of the movie changes from Maria and her relationship with the family, to the family and its relationship with politics; the stories seem too separate to me.
Sound of Music’s a very Cold War-era movie. And they never talked about what killed the first Mrs. Von Trapp, but giving birth to seven kids in 10 years might have had something to do with it. Music and puppets can’t gloss that supposition over for me.
King Arthur, ugh. That was a terrible waste of Clive Owen.
but..but…i loved clive owen in the king arthur movie. am i the only one who loved that k.a. version? other than being overcast weatherwise through out the whole movie i thought it was good. he was also good in children of men. i hated that movie he was in with jennifer anniston, but he was good in that as well. he was also in some movie where he’s in prison but the prisoners get assigned to redo gardens and then they end up competing in some chelsea garden show type arena. i think helen mirren was in that movie as well.
Your review of Marie Antoinette sums up exactly what I felt about the movie. It looked absolutely fabulous but there was a defnite lack of anything that could remotly be called a story and I didn’t care at all what happened to anybody. I actually wound up jumping scenes and going to the end because I couldn’t stand it anymore and the ending left me cold. Very disappointing.
I fast forwarded thru scenes too, Anna. I knew I wasn’t missing anything because there was no dialogue anyway. If I was in the theater, I would have been screaming in my mind.
Thea, I loved that Clive Owen movie where he was a prisoner who competes in a flower show. I wish I could remember the name of it…
The worst part about that King Arthur movie was the stupid wig they put on Clive. A horrible abomination.