Posted: March 30, 2016 | Author: Donald | Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 45 Years, Bach, Catherine Frot, Cesar Award, Florence Foster Jenkins, Grandma, Grey Gardens, Groucho Marx, Hello My Name is Doris, Laura Turreso, Marcia Romano, Margaret Dumont, Marguerite, Marianne Sagebrecht, Max Greenfield, Meryl Streep, Michael Showalter, Percy Adlon, Peter Gallagher, Sally Field, See You in My Dreams, Stephen Root, Sugarbaby, The Room, Tommy Wiseau, Tyne Daly, Wendi McLendon-Covey, Xavier Giannoli | Leave a comment »
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When Tommy Wiseau released his film The Room, it was so awful that it inadvertently became a cult hit, especially on the late night circuit. But people often wondered whether the filmmaker knew just how execrable his movie really was.
I thought of that as I watched Marguerite, the new French film from writers Xavier Giannoli (who also directed) and Marcia Romano. It’s a story about a patroness of the arts who gave recitals in her home to raise money for various charities. When all the other performers had rendered their absolutely ravishing arias and duets, Marguerite would then conclude the evening by singing herself. And out of her well meaning mouth came notes so awful, it made fingernails on a blackboard sound like one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto.