Let’s get this out of the way right away. There is no lusty lady-in-waiting-on-lady-in-waiting action in Farewell, My Queen If you’ve come for hot, powdered-wig bodice ripping on the eve of the French Revolution, this is not the film you’re looking for. Still, the chronicling of the fall of Versailles and its doomed Queen Marie Antoinette is a sumptuous affair filed with unspoken desire and naked intimacy. …
