I’m not sure what to write about Sofia Coppola’s The Bling Ring. The movie is as observationally distant as many of her previous films, especially Somewhere, to a lesser extent Lost in Translation, looking at its vapid, materialistic, fame-obsessed central group of teenage reprobates with the same disaffected malaise they themselves project. It’s aggressively nonjudgmental, the film choosing to view its protagonists with a detached superficiality that doesn’t connect emotionally but still manages to pack something of a major, uncomforting wallop all the same.
If you’re like me, and if you can handle all the dismemberments, skull crushing, decapitations and disembowelments, if you’re willing to keep your brain in check and allow for the fact stupid is as stupid does no matter how much you wish otherwise, than this not-really-a-fright-flick fright-flick might just be for you. Enter at your own risk.
Familiar Haunting a Ghostly Misfire Sophia (Harriet MacMasters-Green) has moved to the south of Italy for work with her free-spirited daughter Helena (Sabrina Jolie Perez). When one of the child’s teeth comes lose, stories about the Tooth Fairy and her wondrous magical charms are understandably spun. But when Helena starts collecting her fellow classmates’ teeth, […]
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I laughed. A lot. Even better, I did so consistently, and even the parts I didn’t particularly care for contained a gag or two that, at their worst, still brought a smile to my face.
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