I rewatched Marie Antoinette with Kirsten Dunst yesterday. I think, primarily, I was inspired by the horrible costumes from the Royal Danish Ballet's Manon that made me crave actual Rococo splendor. The whole set and costume act of that movie is beyond this world. I really enjoyed it, too, upon rewatch. I can't speak for historical accuracy, I've not studied the 18th century enough by far to make any wise comments about it, but I did love Dunst's ability to show the growth of Marie Antoinette from young girl to decadent queen, spanning in age from 14 to early thirties, I think? That is wild acting. As well as her ability to portray Marie Antoinette as just a teenager, a real human being behind all the myth and legend about her. For that reason, the first half of the movie worked the best for me, I think. I don't think the second half was bad, but it was very fragmented and a lot of things were only hinted at that might have created more cohesiveness if they'd delved into it a bit more. With success, the story could've just focused on Marie Antoinette's younger years and somehow wrapped it up like that.
Though, of course, any story about that particular queen will always lack something, if the end isn't part of it.
As I sat watching it and followed Marie Antoinette's and Louis' fumbling attempts at a sex life (which, by the way, were kinda adorable and I may ship Marie Antoinette and her husband more than anyone else in this movie), a fic idea occurred to me. If you AU'ed Manon a few decades forward in time, I could totally imagine one of Marie Antoinette's stupid friends advising her to seek help from a harlot to learn about seduction and Marie Antoinette, hating du Barry so much, refusing unless they could find her a saint in those places. So, someone hears about Manon through the grapevine, gets her shipped off to Versailles to teach Marie Antoinette about the art of seduction, but the one Manon ends up seducing is the dauphine of France. Manon would get addicted to all the splendor and the woman who could give it to her. I feel there's a story here to be written.
Maybe that'll be my Christmas project. Crazy cross-overs were always my favourite thing.
I have no real plans for today. Tomorrow, I've got a hospital appointment where the doctors at psychiatric are going to decide whether they'll offer me help with my meds, just going over my list and keeping an eye on what might be effective and what might not be, as far as I'm concerned, but there might not be resources in the public sector to do stuff like that anymore, so we'll see. I'm bringing my girlfriend so she can help me get the right things communicated. I always find these situations when I actively have to ask for help extremely anxiety-inducing and uncomfortable.
Wednesday, my social worker is coming, last time before New Year's, and since I'm out of my flu slump, it should be possible this time around. If nothing else, we need to schedule new appointments for January.
Finally, on Thursday, K's first day off work for X-mas, I'm meeting up with my friend, S., to exchange X-mas presents and just wish her well for the New Year, before all the holiday nonsense really kicks off.