The film critics are right, this is a film without "people", and Sofia Coppola did not go further on the road of inner discovery this time. The exquisite part of Lost in Tokyo is still there, but she is wearing a gorgeous coat and grand pomp, Mary Antonioni is like a doll inside, a walking dead. There are no lines, no monologues, there are no ups and downs in the process from a pure little girl to the subjugation of France. No matter how hard Kristin works, he can only act like a queen from the corners of his youthful mouth and eyes, but there is no queen. soul.
That soul should have been lonely and arrogant. An 18th-century Austrian princess wandered between the undulating manors and castles of France. Her love and sorrow were originally the Hamlet in the hearts of a thousand people, let anyone comment and guess. How many secrets can we imagine about her?
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