Sofia Coppola literally warmed us about the significance of the mass increase in suicidal tendencies amongst adolescents back in the late 90s. The Virgin Suicides is a commandingly narrated film that is in many cases more relevant to today than it was back during the time of its release within the thick of a grungy, fretful-filled era.
I idolize the way The Virgin Suicides was shot and edited. There’s such a variety of switch-ups and odd choices, but they all angelically mesh cooperatively and a handful of this film’s visuals reminded me of, believe it or not, Nobuhiko Obayashi’s horror classic House.
The ending of The Virgin Suicides is a little disproportionate and could’ve benefited with a longer runtime—like, this movie legitimately might’ve became an all-time favorite for me if it built itself up to that climax with maybe an hour of extra substance—but, man oh man, I can’t not say that I was impressed to death by this feature either way.
The Virgins Suicides is an eccentrically sculpted debut that reassures Sofia Coppola as a skillfully distinct figure rather than a “lucky” offspring of another—more than—successful cinematic director.
Verdict: B+
I think I connected to this movie too harshly. Not towards the “suicide” part, don’t worry, this isn’t like a cry for help, but other portions of the film were super relatable to my own high school experience.
“The Virgin Suicides” is now available to rent and buy on YouTube, Amazon Prime, Google Play, iTunes, Vudu, and Tubi.
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