Once again, I was sucked in by a slick trailer. I barely
remember it, but it perhaps it was images of gauzy blonde youth,
sun dappled drives and a whopping dose of All-American. And then
it hits you. "Written And Directed By Sophia Coppola."
I should tell you that my feelings about Sophia are less than
charitable -- at least as an actress -- but I was hoping that she
would have found her feet behind the lens rather than in front of
it. Let me describe what watching the film is like: Five
daughters. 70's tunes. The youngest kills herself. Neighborhood
boys, being jerks. More 70's tunes. The oldest girl flirts with
the high school bad boy. Sex, then the repressive parents. 70's
tunes. Dad starts acting strange, Mom reveals her fundament. A
chance at freedom, then the ending. Roll credits.
I would say that I was completely bored by this picture -- you
don't get a lot of insight into the characters' minds because
they're essentially cartoons. They hit their note when required,
and then the camera moves on. The voice-over narration (one of
the neighborhood lads, years on) goes on (and on) about their
fascination with the girls and how they never really got to know
them, only bits and pieces from which they were unable to
assemble the complete picture. And that's exactly what we get
too, but does that make a good movie?
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