Some films based on books make you realize how great the book must be, but lack the lyrical integrity possible in a novel. Sophia Coppola's debut directorial effort felt like that to me. I know the story is about the ersatz greek chorus of men still puzzling over the events of their youth, but the motivations of the sisters feel like a mystery even to the filmmaker. I suspect that is the point, and the diaphonous structure and tone is one she's kept in her later works, but the third act left me wanting. My ELO fix was soundly fed, however. Strange, yes. Magic, I'm not so sure.