I hate this summer.
My antidote to the dread of endless summers spent at home? Sofia Coppola
movies.
omgggsofiacoppolamovies
I could try to write an accurate review of The Virgin Suicides. But I'll just end up raving about my adoration. I don't know what to say. It's hAUnting. pOIgnANt. Etc etc, encouraging movie critic words. But really. I love this movie. Buy it. Watch it. Understand the title of this post. It is perfectly executed. And I've watched it three times since Saturday. (I am obsessed with a movie about obsession!)
My antidote to the dread of endless summers spent at home? Sofia Coppola
movies.
omgggsofiacoppolamovies
I could try to write an accurate review of The Virgin Suicides. But I'll just end up raving about my adoration. I don't know what to say. It's hAUnting. pOIgnANt. Etc etc, encouraging movie critic words. But really. I love this movie. Buy it. Watch it. Understand the title of this post. It is perfectly executed. And I've watched it three times since Saturday. (I am obsessed with a movie about obsession!)
Next week, when I remember again how very much I truly love Sofia Coppola, I'll delve into her latest film (the moody and subtle but possibly too static? meditation on fame--Somewhere) with some semblance of actual structure. And massive love/lust for Elle Fanning's wardrobe in it.
In other virginal experiences, I am currently participating in my first ever Shark Week. What is it about Shark Week? Are sharks interesting in the way that serial killers are interesting? I don't know, but I wish Shark Week were more...celebratory. With more musical numbers in the style of that youtube video about narwhals. But then again, I've only been watching for an hour and a half.
And in things Kirsten Dunst, I am desperately awaiting the release of this movie.
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