Pan em all

Sophia Coppola, we have been told, has exquisite taste, and it is everywhere in evidence in Marie Antoinette. All too much so, to be sure. Homegirl need to get some supersized fries and back off a bit, because she lays the aesthetic on as thick as a two-hour perfume commercial. Some of the tunes are good, but the juxtaposition of 80s tunes and 1700s scenes gets overwraught, if no more so than everything else.

We made it through 24 minutes of Miami Vice, in which Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx try to elevate eyebrow lifting to a new art, and fail.

For those who have rued the death of the sitcom, may I suggest The Devil Wears Prada. Meryl got nominated for this? That's like giving Marty the Oscar for The Departed, just doling out honors for lack of anything better to do.