Though I never hated this film, I've really warmed to it over the years. It's a boldly subjective take on material that many find as boring as...well...a history lesson. This film has no interest in the political. It is 100% focused on the personal. Sofia Coppola's sole aim is to put you in Antoinette's fabulously ornate shoes. How long is a carriage ride from Austria to France? Long! How fun is a masquerade ball? As fun as grooving to Siouxie and the Banshees. And in spite of all the decadent decor and fashion, the camera work is pretty unobtrusive. With the soft, natural light much of the film feels like home movies...from Versailles. And that final shot of the smashed chandelier is a thing of absolute, heartbreaking beauty. No chyron needed. We know how this ends. It all came crashing down.