Aesthetically, Coppola’s best film. There is something about the subdued, almost muted colour toning throughout that creates a jarring conflict between a sense of youth/teenage wonder and possibility, and the melancholic reality of the seclusion and suffocation that the girls experience. Every detail about this film is expertly executed. The clothing, the girls’ hair, the camera work, the MUSIC...
Visually impressive with moments of brilliant film-making (the entire construction of the climactic suicide). The colour palette rightfully rendered gorgeously bright though contrasted with brief but noticeable dark, in particular blue-ish, tones that conveys the erratic and elusive emotions of youth. However, I feel that the film failures to truly explore the thoughts, feeling and experience of the characters.
Sofia Coppola is a visionary filmmaker. This, her first film adapted from Jeffery Eugenides' eponymous novel, is a breathtaking statement of originality and unique style, which explores themes of female psychological and emotional isolation, as memories recounted through the eyes of adolescent boys. The feeling of being trapped and ostracised in a man's world is visible through various color symbolism.
I've been haunted by this film for years, now I see it in its entirety and it's nothing. There are great moments of innocence here (the homecoming dance, the morning football field, the dialogue of vinyls), but The Virgin Suicides never succeeds at tackling its central subjects. It chooses to keep an aura of mystery in the middle of suburban clichés, and the illusion is very thin.
"Obviously, doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl"—thus a career was launched. Yes, it's easy to get green-lit if you're a Coppola, but talent is talent, and Sofia already had a dreamy eye for emotive imagery. Whether she has a masterpiece of substantive wisdom to match it is something I'm not sure the last 20 years have answered. But it's lovely to see a close-up on girls' lives done with a woman's savvy.
Tonally this is all over the place, but it does lend a certain kind of charm. There's that very real feeling developed of being locked out of others' subjectivities and really believing them to be much richer and more complex than your own. Voyeuristic fascination with the inner lives of others. Love the close-ups and Coppola's style generally. "Obviously, doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl."
Detached to the point of distraction this is a competently assured account of a period, mood and tone but not much approaching satisfactory drama. Not that one needs things laid on with a trowel but it’s clear early on that this will remain airily evasive to the last instead relying on a too-varied panoply of masking techniques rather than a firm grip on storytelling.
“Virgin Suicides” has haunted me since I first saw it in 2000 – back then it felt somehow very distressing – but now that I watched it again, it felt lighter and funnier despite the tragedy. There’s a lot of gentle humour about life as a teenager, a sort of fantasy world that most of us go through, and not all survive. A good movie that suits well for the first movie date as well, trust me.