Because of an early-morning badge snafu, I was unable to catch the press screening of Roman Polanski’s Carnage , the movie I was most looking forward to seeing here in Venice. Add that to the fact that I arrived here too late to see The Ides of March , and it’s a double bummer. But my consolation prize was not bad — at least in a so-bad-it’s-almost-good kind of way: I did get to see Madonna’s W.E. , which is in some ways just the kind of movie you’d expect from an artist who once, with a delightful lack of irony, declared herself a material girl.
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