Writing a Letterboxd review and drinking go hand in hand. And I've discovered there's actually a bell curve. The review is better the more you've had to drink, then there's the peak of creative genius where you've ingested just the right amount of booze, then there's the inevitable degradation in quality as you realize you've sold all your possessions and are sleeping under a bridge.
You peasants may not believe me, but in a previous life I was a French aristocrat living alongside the people depicted in this film, and I can tell you now that Sofia Coppola has totally hit the nail on the head with the authenticity of that glorious time. I'm left with my memories, most of them fond. The only downside was the persistent beheading of my friends and, eventually, of me.