Critics needled Sofia Coppola’s pop-tinged biopic of France’s hippest young queen, condemning its lack of substance and overload of self-indulgence. But they forgot one important, potentially redeeming fact – the movie is a parading candy aisle of scrumptious desserts. As idle, gluttonous royals consume gallons of champagne and towers of oozing pastries to the tune of Bow Wow Wow’s “”I Want Candy,”” I dare you to stop thinking about that Trader Joe’s cheesecake sitting in your fridge. Not quite as colorful, perhaps, but montages like these call for desperate measures.

Some people say a film should do more than simply pique the viewer’s appetite for confection – but why? Dessert is so maligned today – carbs are practically obsolete. But these hard-partying teens, surrounded by brocade, hair powder and gold-trimmed everything, know what’s up: Cream puffs are fucking delicious.

Now, if you’re on the side of the revolting peasants, you’ll probably find the overwhelming decadence of Marie’s lifestyle offensive, irresponsible or even damnable. But as Coppola knows, girls just wanna have fun – and fun she does have, in a sumptuous world of sparkle, ruffles and incomparably creamy frosting.