Marguerite is a punch in the heart for an art critic, because it's about a talentless French socialite (Catherine Frot) who longs to be an opera singer but can't carry a tune. And yet! She's so charismatic—and so brimming with commendable, borderline pathological self-regard—that this imaginary person made me want to retract every real, deservedly bad review I've ever written. I'm sorry, Marguerites of the world. Your art is bad, but not your enthusiasm! With its beautiful framing and artsy core, Marguerite reminded me of nothing so much as high-art freak show Black Swan. Oh, except I liked this movie better.