Coppola's third movie, reportedly in the works for many years, has finally landed in the U.S. after a rocky premiere at Cannes, where the French media reaction was, shall we say, mixed. Wags there accused the young filmmaker of taking certain liberties with the facts, not only of the doomed Queen's life but of French
It's true that this sugarcoated romp doesn't take itself, or its source material, particularly seriously, but if you're confident your grasp of European history can withstand the assault of two hours of bubbly entertainment, "Marie Antoinette" guarantees you a good time.
Moved by Antonia Fraser's sympathetic 2001 biography of the so-called "teen queen," Coppola began work on a screenplay immediately. The result is a story that meshes beautifully, if unexpectedly, with Coppola's languid, highly stylized brand of filmmaking. "Marie Antoinette" is a throwback to Coppola's beginnings, sharing a sun mote-flecked dreaminess with "The Virgin Suicides."
As in her first two films, Coppola digs deeply here into the suffering brought on by claustrophobia and intense loneliness. We see the same sense of dread that enveloped an entire family in "Suicides" and made its mark on a lonely traveler in "Lost in Translation." Here, its target is an adolescent queen, trapped in a gilded, poisonous cage.
From the movie's first frame to its final, devastating moments, Coppola's direction brings to life a gauzy world marred only occasionally by serious concerns, a world marked by utter innocence, supreme ignorance, or some combination of the two.
Marie Antoinette would have empathized with today's tabloid stars. Her sex life was the subject of hurtful gossip; her every move was scrutinized and choreographed. Literally handed over from Austria to enhance diplomatic ties with
Any story about Marie Antoinette must emphasize the queen's youth, and
Defiantly shunning an unspoken rule of period pieces, Coppola has the actors speaking in their natural voices, which seems odd until, about a third of the way through the movie, it doesn't. After all, nothing is more distracting than actors stumbling over recently acquired accents, and here we're free to concentrate on what's being said and done, rather than whether Schwartzman will be able to muster up an adequately Gallic twist on his next line. And don't go into this expecting chamber music: "I Want Candy," by '80s throwback
Coppola, who has a cultish following in France (at least before this film), was granted unprecedented access to Versailles, and she clearly took full advantage of the privilege. Visually, "Marie Antoinette" is an embarrassment of riches, frame after frame of lush scenery, swirling gowns and unimaginable wealth.
That wealth, of course, came with a price: Everything the future king and his wife do is shrouded in stultifying pageantry; their wedding night is presided over by a roomful of high-ranking members of the court, their private tragedies on display. They're not unlike rare and exotic animals in a zoo. Their awkwardness makes them human, which inspires sympathy, which in turn inspires real sadness at their inevitable fate at the hands of an understandably outraged underclass.
"Marie Antoinette" is not a perfect movie, but it's a very good movie about one of history's most iconic figures. Insouciant but never cavalier, Coppola's latest effort should prove definitively she's a talent in her own right.
MPAA Rating: PG-13 (for sexual content, partial nudity and innuendo).