I can't complain. For a movie directed by a woman this is not what I expected. The sensibilities on display seem unusually in line with a typical male's preferences. The twin pole dancers near the opening are given a generous amount of screen time. And though the sex is all done with taste, it's all from the point of view of a young celebrity. Not surprisingly the casual sex is not very satisfying. In fact the most rewarding love interests in the young man's life seem to be a tie between his daughter and his Ferrari, with his daughter having the edge.
Elle Fanning is as natural as the breeze as his daughter. It's easy to imagine yourself being her dad and enjoying her company. Stephen Dorff is a convincing movie star hiding out in a residential hotel, racking up the perks alloted to his kind. The whole movie plays out as a slice of life as experienced by up and comers in LA and Milan. It's meant to be depressingly empty and meaningless, and it pretty much succeeds. Somehow that's enough and something of a treat. There's little plot but all the scenes are quite understandable and believable. I couldn't help admiring Sofia Coppola's steady non-judgmental gaze throughout, even toward women throwing themselves at the star.
Elle Fanning is as natural as the breeze as his daughter. It's easy to imagine yourself being her dad and enjoying her company. Stephen Dorff is a convincing movie star hiding out in a residential hotel, racking up the perks alloted to his kind. The whole movie plays out as a slice of life as experienced by up and comers in LA and Milan. It's meant to be depressingly empty and meaningless, and it pretty much succeeds. Somehow that's enough and something of a treat. There's little plot but all the scenes are quite understandable and believable. I couldn't help admiring Sofia Coppola's steady non-judgmental gaze throughout, even toward women throwing themselves at the star.