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The cool detachment that in Lost in Translation could have been mistaken for a veil meant to conceal profound, or at least human feelings, is revealed here instead to be Coppola's only conscious artistic program. The mere surface, if not the superficiality of art, its self-referential and self-sufficient quality are turned into a virtue. It is impossible not to notice just how studiously vacuous the film is, how the costumes, and the cakes, and the sweets, and the architecture of Versailles are no mere background to the story. They are the story.
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full: http://www.wsws.org/articles/2006/nov2006/mari-n24.shtml
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Colin Brace
Amsterdam