Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 August 2015

"Kirsten-Antoinette"

Sofia Coppola Marie-Antoinette Trianon Palace Versailles
The main movie of the open air cinema evening was Sofia Coppola's "Marie-Antoinette" which (blush) VDP had never seen. It had been years since VDP has watched a dubbed film, that was strange! VDP adored it, which is surprising considering that she usually dislikes movies that have little historical substance. Part of VDP agrees with Jean-Luc Douin who in Le Monde described 'Marie-Antoinette' as a ‘kitsch and roc(k)oco’ film which ‘deliberately displays its anachronisms’, and additionally as a ‘sensory film’ that was ‘dreamt by a Miss California’ and ‘orchestrated around the Du Barry or Madame de Polignac playground gossip’. Part of VDP scrambled to search for the history of macarons, which did NOT exist in the ‘Ladurée’ form seen here until the XIXth century, though of course the delightful little things certainly owe this movie a great deal, having since rocketed to stardom and must-have status all over the world. Part of VDP is happy that the great masses should now know (with certainty because Kirsten Dunst herself said it!) that the queen most probably never actually uttered the words ‘let them eat cake’ (so please, at least when commenting on this blog, stop saying that she did, you will earn VDP's eternal gratitude!). While VDP believes that the film gives a tiny insight into the hornet’s nest that was the French royal court, the ‘sweet tooth depravity’ shown here is miles from who Marie-Antoinette probably was in reality, a woman who was likely far less stupid and frivolous than usually portrayed. Marie-Antoinette is a very touchy subject in this country, where she is still widely hated (despite the fact that it is mainly the support of the American war of Independence that ruined France, not her follies that merely constituted contributing factors. What's more, such follies weren't unusual -probably even standard- in a world of monarchies which we judge with post-revolutionary, XXIst century eyes)…
And yet VDP loved it! The explosion of colours, the lavish costumes (full of anachronisms too but hell…), the ‘Converse All Stars’ feet scene, the soundtrack (ahhhh Adam and the Ants during the love scene with count de Fersen – oops pity she probably never did actually have sex with Fersen back then)… She loved seeing Versailles and the no less beautiful château of Vaux Le Vicomte –the castle without which there might not have been Versailles- where some scenes were shot. VDP thoroughly enjoyed herself but wishes that people who visit Versailles and dream of Kirsten Dunst wouldn’t believe that this is an accurate portrayal of Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna, archduchess of Austria and queen of France (and trust VDP, a lot do, the conversations you sometimes overhear when at the palace are too funny). Okay, before you ask, no VDP isn’t a monarchist and sorry for the long post…

Le film projeté à la séance inaugurale des Yvelines font leur cinéma cette année, c'était Marie-Antoinette de Sofia Coppola que VDP n'avait encore jamais vu. VDP a beaucoup aimé le côté décalé du film (la scène des Converse All Star l'a éclatée) ce qui est étonnant puisqu'elle aime bien, en général, les films qui collent plus à la réalité historique et trouve dommage que tant de touristes qui se pressent à Versailles pensent désormais que Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna, archiduchesse d'Autriche et reine de France était Kirsten Dunst... Ah là là, les conversations que l'on surprend parfois en traînant au château !
Sofia Coppola Marie-Antoinette Trianon Palace Versailles
Sofia Coppola Marie-Antoinette Trianon Palace Versailles

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Honte


The title of this post in French means: shame. I don't usually rant on this blog but this is going to be a big time rant. Snow was forecasted yesterday. And it came. It was so pretty. Slightly worried, I left the office at 15:19 hours, dropping my boss and a colleague off. What time did I arrive at home? 20:00 hours. That's 4 hours and 40 minutes for a distance of 18.6 kilometres (11.5 m). And you know what made my temper flare to boiling hot? The government said "il n'y a pas de pagaille", basically meaning there is no problem. Right. Don't believe politicians. Never. Don't believe journalists either, they tell you there are 170 km of traffic jams around Paris when in fact there were well over 400 km. Angry? Me? Really? I'm sure they'll find a perfectly good excuse to explain why the roads weren't cleared despite heavy snowfall having been forecasted. In this country at least, they usually say 'the snow was heavy' or 'the extent of the snowfall was unexpected' or something to that effect. And next time the problem will be exactly the same. I'm lucky, I made it home and I am thinking of all the people who will have been stranded for the night, having to sleep in their cars or public places such as gymnasiums that have been requisitioned by the authorities. Shame is the word. Oh... I took these photos yesterday at about 19:55 hours in Montreuil neighbourhood when I was almost home and to be fair, driving through Versailles wasn't the worst bit, the avenues had been more or less cleared in the city. I wish I could have shown better ones because it really is bee-eau-ti-ful out there. Sorry about this rant.
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Je n'ai pas l'habitude de trop râler sur ce blog mais là, j'en ai ma claque. Un peu inquiète par l'ampleur des chutes de neige, j'ai quitté le bureau hier à 15 h 19, déposant ma responsable et un collègue à la Porte d'Orléans. A quelle heure suis-je arrivée chez moi ? 20 h. Et vous savez ce qui m'a mise HORS DE MOI ? Les déclarations gouvernementales : "il n'y a pas de pagaille". Ah non, certes non, 4 h 40 pour faire 18,6 km, ce n'est pas la pagaille. D'où le titre de ce post. J'ai honte que dans un pays comme celui-ci, malgré les prévisions de Météo France, on trouvera demain des excuses, genre la neige était trop lourde, l'importance des chutes a surpris les services de l'équipement... Et la prochaine fois, ce sera exactement pareil. J'ai réussi à rentrer tant bien que mal, en première ou au point mort pendant environ les 9/10è du temps. J'ai une pensée pour les pauvres personnes tombées en panne, celles qui passent la nuit dans leur caisse ou dans les gymnases réquisitionnés dans les Yvelines. La honte je vous dis. Au fait, j'ai pris ces photos hier vers 19 h 55 à Montreuil, presque arrivée chez moi. Pour être honnête, à Versailles les grandes avenues étaient à peu près dégagées. Désolée de ne pas pouvoir montrer plus joli parce que dehors, c'est ma-gni-fique et au lieu de galérer, on devrait en profiter... Désolée de râler...