Evanston: obscene
Evanston: obscene
THE QUEEN OF VERSAILLES is the most obscene film I have ever watched. I highly recommend it.
Director Lauren Greenfield started to make a documentary about a couple building the largest private residence in the United States, 90,000 square feet, modeled allegedly after Louis XIV’s palace though I do not see much resemblance.
The couple, a billionaire in his seventies and his once trophy wife thirty years younger, are an unanswerable argument for confiscatory taxation on the rich. They have no charm, no grace, and no taste.
The film took an unexpected turn when the economy did. The money came from a time share empire built on easy credit and selling to people who could not afford the product. Instead of being about the building of a grotesque house, THE QUEEN OF VERSAILLES became in the rueful words of the billionaire “a riches to rags” story.
Some reviews say that one comes to have sympathy for the couple. I did not. These people are so self-indulgent that their dogs weren’t even house broken because they had eighteen servants to pick up after pets as well as humans.
I have also read that the movie is about “The American Dream.” I am an American and this was never my dream.
Since the film’s release, the wife, apparently so needy of attention, has made personal appearances promoting it oblivious to how it reveals her, while the husband is suing the director for defamation of character. He should be suing himself.
THE QUEEN OF VERSAILLES must be seen to be believed. And should be.
We watched streamed from Netflix.
Sunday, December 30, 2012