My goodness, how Madonna has evolved over the years! “Material Girl.” “Papa Don’t Preach.” “Celebration.” Warren Beatty. "Sex." Sean Penn. “Vogue.” “Truth or Dare.” Pointy bra. “Like a Virgin.”
A true original.
And a true pain in the ass.
Then she married Guy Ritchie and moved to England, and became, apparently, the Duchess of Absolutely Everything. Even her accent changed. (She’s from Michigan, for god’s sake!)
Now she’s a sophisticate. She is a director, and a tastemaker. She is unbearably pompous. She made a fuss last year because someone gave her hydrangeas. Everyone! knows she hates! hydrangeas. Then there were some of her comments at the Golden Globes this year: “Foreign films,” she intoned in a Dame Edith Evans voice, “are not foreign to me.”
Oh, honey, yes they are.
The Financial Times just reviewed her new directorial attempt, “W. / E.”, about Wallis Simpson and Edward VIII. They praised the actress who plays Wallis, but described the movie as a “jewelled dustpan.” (“What?!” my old friend LaRue shrieked at me the other night over drinks. “You read the Financial Times for the movie reviews?” Yes I do. So sue me.)
Anyway: Madonna depicts Wallis Simpson as a brilliant wonderful intelligent woman, who takes a stupid easily-led man – the Prince of Wales, soon to become King – and enthralls him.
Hm. Is Madonna doing autobiography here? Not sure. Probably.
Haven’t seen the movie. Prepared to hate it, though.
Funny: I used to like her so much.
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