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Guys: Whatever your wife / girlfriend / mother / sister / fuckbuddy / whatever may try to convince you of, DO NOT I repeat DO NOT under any circumstances watch the movie Marie Antoinette.

Ladies, if you love your men at all you won't force them to watch this.

It has ONE redeeming feature, which is the delicious Kirsten Dunst (who is, incidentally, a talented actress in addition to being tasty). But you can get pics of her from the Internet (or so I've heard) in less time than it takes to watch that movie, and there were only a few brief scenes where she wasn't wearing any clothes. It was PG-13, so you don't even get to see anything interesting. I'm sure if you look hard enough, you can find those scenes by themselves somewhere on the Net.

Probably the worst part about that movie was the soundtrack. I'm sure you can all imagine the sets and costumes necessary to pull off a movie about the last years of the French nobility. So you spend millions and millions of dollars on set and costume design, the result of which was, as far as I can tell, absolutely true to the period. Then, when you put together the soundtrack, you take extra care to make sure the music is just as realistic for the setting as the sets and costumes, right?

Wrong! You put together a mishmash of the most insipid contemporary pop music that you can find. Apparently, because that's what they did with this movie.

I thought when I saw Lost in Translation, "Boy, I bet I know how Sofia Coppola got her break in Hollywood!" This film proves it: if you're related to F. F. Coppola, you can pretty much get away with whatever you want and call it a "movie."

Now I'm off to Netflix to get the Mission: Impossible movies. I need an antidote.