Somewhere is not an indication of a sterile abstract place where no one can go. It is not inaccessible, dry fruit of torment juveniles. The latest film from Sofia Coppola is not an empty place to resurrect the wishes of spleen less than a generation disillusioned she dares to admit. Far from underlining the impasse, the latest film from Sofia Coppola opens a space directly accessible and productive. Daughter, father and friend eat all the eggs benedict. They play video games together. They share gelati in bed in a palace in Italy. They bathe. Whatever the venue, whatever the thing, provided they are together somewhere and that they share something. The Sofia Coppola is somewhere populated and delicate. Stripped of narrative strings a bit heavy for its great success, Lost in Translation (heaviness significant facial voluntarily emasculated Bill Murray and the story that follows - accordingly) Somewhere takes the California desert as example of what is possible when there is nothing left. When a world is crumbling under the weight of its own meanings, Sofia Coppola took him at his word, uses, still a bit empty, because that is the function of the desert, to give thanks to things. Fetish happy. Opportunity. Afterwards, Omega Point read Don DeLillo and remember that Sofia Coppola is not a cynical filmmaker who filmed anything. Precisely the opposite. Extreme communicability of beings and things, porosity, excessive attendance.
See also Godfather III .
Rémy Russotto
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