As usual, I went to the movie theatre alone to meet again an old flame, Nicole Kidman. I wanted to see her again after a very long time; this time in the person of Her Serene Highness Princess Grace of
Grace of Monaco didn’t receive such great movie reviews SIMPLY BECAUSE IT’S POLITICALLY MOTIVATED
AND THOSE CRITICS ARE PURE-BREED ASSHOLES.
How can you hate something so beautiful and divine as Nicole Kidman?
Well, the movie is über melodramatic. It’s backed up by stringed instruments and tinge of a Maria Callas’ divine voice. It’s glamorous. There’s a beautiful palace. And it’s the story of a girl who became a princess. Predictable, but you simply can’t say that Nicole Kidman’s acting is bland!
It’s a movie full of emotions and romanticism. And it’s all pure beauty.
Thanks to this movie, I have clearer idea of the difference between
and Monaco ; an idea as
clear as the realization of the shit you find in the reviews of growling
critics. Monte Carlo
Only Geoffrey Macnad of the Independent gave justice to this movie.
But come to think of it, after Moulin Rouge and The Hours, Nicole’s succeeding movies were, uhm, flop.
But who cares what people think? I look at the silver screen. I don’t see the diva of flops which those assholes keep on writing about. I see a beautiful lady, Her Serene Highness Princess Nicole Kidman of my Heart.
Anyway, Monaco, I'll be seeing you next month!