Before we get to my Blind Spot for February, I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for the support on my last post, you people are simply incredible!
I hope we don’t have to like our Blind Spot films.
It wouldn’t be fair, though, right? The Virgin Suicides is based on a novel I liked a lot, Sofia Coppola made my favourite film, her style compares well to Eugenides’s and there’s Kirsten Dunst (who I didn’t know I loved but do.) And yet I thought the film was a bust.
There’s too much telling and not enough showing — damn you, voiceovers! I understand that it’s not easy to adapt The Virgin Suicides since it is told about five girls by a group of boys — who are, essentially, creepers. But that’s not our problem, the director should figure that one out. So, is it just me or is Coppola actually a bit… lazy?
Thankfully, there are other things that more or less save the film, starting with a very dreamy colouring and beautiful, often original style. Just look:
There were some hit-and-misses along the film — overlays1 — but other than that, the dreamy and beautiful setting was almost enough of a distraction from the storytelling which so often broke the romantic atmosphere. I don’t know if it’ll bother others and I’m declined to think that it won’t, but the film did no justice for the depth of the book. Is Coppola shallow? Do I actually not like Sofia Coppola? These were the thoughts I kept having throughout the film. I didn’t care for the Lisbon girls, and I hated the guys below since all I could see in the film was how goddamn creepy they were.
The other great thing about this film is Kirsten Dunst. She’s impeccable as Lux, holding perfect balance between her innocence and outrageousness. The other girls are astonishingly dull and given so little attention that I couldn’t tell if it was because their actresses weren’t good or if that was Coppola’s intention. The girls’ dad, James Woods, was hilarious in his desperate attempts to make as much conversation as possible to any boy who could’ve been a son to him, and Michaél Pare as the adult Trip Fontaine, Lux’s first love, was just plain fun to watch.
But ultimately, the point of this review is. . . Sofia Coppola, I’m on to you.
1 And I’ll even forgive those, considering it was the nineties and everything was cheesy.