The obvious descriptor for Versailles, with its planned 30 bathrooms, children’s wing (the Siegels have seven biological children and a niece who lives with them), full-sized baseball field, bowling alley, spa and Louis Quatorze furnishings, is opulent. But that’s not enough. What the Siegels have done is detonate a nuclear bomb of tasteless decadence; even the worst mansion-dwelling dictator in the world might be grossed out by the half-finished Versailles. It is as repellently pornographic as Jackie’s breast implants, silicone tsunamis that threaten to swamp her collarbones.
— Mary Pols reviews The Queen of Versailles for Time