I remember the fever inside which my fourteen-year-old friends and I first saw Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette, her third feature film, in 2006. I even remember walking into the small-town cinema—in Essex, England—with some eight girls. (I believe a single boy was in attendance, no doubt wearing the same hangdog expression Jason Schwartzman does as Louis XVI here.) The first thing we heard: Gang of Four, spiky. The first thing we saw: pink type…
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