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my thoughts:
Johnny Marco stands on a balcony watching the people below. It’s a simple but effective metaphor for Johnny’s detachment from life. Some would call Somewhere insubstantial or lacking in story, but to me, Sofia Coppola has zeroed in on something incredibly interesting and important. The feeling that you don’t amount to much of anything is portrayed beautifully in the film, culminating in the heartbreaking “I’m ****ing nothing” scene. What’s so wonderful about the film, though, is that it really isn’t one-note. Ultimately, it’s not a depressing movie or a very happy one. It’s filled with moments that are a mix of both, just like real life. The naturalism attained in this film is astounding. Sofia lets the camera really see and as a result, we get these great little moments that help develop the characters, bring them down to earth, and again, inject more naturalism into the film. Consider the scene where Johnny sits smoking on the couch. It’s an extended shot, but seeing his little movements, like picking up the pear, helped me to get that much deeper into the film. It helps to break the barrier between film and reality, letting me feel more connected to the characters, like I am seeing them and not just the minimum version of them presented to further the action of the story. The relationship between Johnny and Cleo played out beautifully. No forced moment to be found here, only a sometimes sad, sometimes funny, ultimately hopeful portrait of a man on the verge of either a breakthrough or a breakdown.
Stephen Dorff is incredible in the film. When the camera is focused on an actor for an extended period of time, he’s really got to kick it up a notch so that the viewer never catches a glimpse of him “acting”. That Dorff is able to handle this repeatedly and make it look like the easiest thing is a testament to the considerable talent Dorff possesses. He made Johnny, for me, one of the most relateable characters in cinema. Elle Fanning is also wonderful as Cleo, portraying an intelligent, observant girl without ever making her seem precocious. Her chemistry with Dorff was spot on, perfectly displaying both the love and the distance between them.
And of course I can’t talk about a Sofia Coppola film without mentioning the film’s technical merits. Harris Savides’ cinematography is quietly, simply beautiful. Los Angeles has never seemed so restrained and lovely before. The costumes aren’t showy at all, but they all seemed perfectly chosen to help illustrate the characters. The score, by Phoenix, gives new meaning to the word “minimal”. I loved the hints of music, perfectly matching the purring engine of Johnny’s (for me, instantly iconic) Ferrari. The film beginning and ending with Love Like a Sunset was a wonderful touch, too, especially considering the other links between the two parts of the film. The other songs in the film, particularly “I’ll try anything once” by The Strokes, were used perfectly.
So yes, another masterpiece from Sofia Coppola. There is no film-maker quite like Sofia. It’s so brazen of her to make films the way she does. Her films are all about the moments, the mood, the internal feeling miraculously conveyed to the viewer. Her previous three films moved me in ways most films can’t even dream of and this one is no different. How crazy is it that a film as subtle and quiet as this can be such a deeply emotional experience? Perfect.