For me, maybe the most perfect Sofia Coppola movie. A miracle of emotional and dramatic economy. This film starts as an off-shoot, femme-powered war movie, develops into fruity southern gothic potboiler, detours around erotic thriller country, stays into bawdy comedy, mutates into a home invasion horror movie, at points hints at science fiction(!), and then climaxes as a desperately sad melodrama riffing on the idea of murder as the sole route to self-preservation. Above all, this is a high tragedy…
I would like to say, for the record, that this may be one of the very worst films I've ever seen. Not a single idea, image, motif, theme, joke, performance or shot connected with me. Irritating, reactionary and incoherent, this is, in a best-case scenario, a 3 minute short hammered out to an excruciating 140 minutes (reportedly cut down from 160!!). The film's intended scathing critique of art world arrogance is reverse engineered on to characters and situations that are…
No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.