What we have here is a dreamer, someone completely out of touch with reality

How often do you watch a movie that affects you in ways you didn't know were possible? Well Sofia Coppola's 'The Virgin Suicides' for me was definitely one of those movies, the title had been floating around my head for years until yesterday I finally decided to sit down and watch it once and for all, and oh my goodness, if you haven't seen it, I recommend-no, wait, demand- that you stop reading this right now and go watch it. Just do it.

Ok finished? Good. Now we can discuss how unforgivably dark and beautiful it was, everything about it is as dreamlike and spacey as a pastel coloured 70's prom dress (several of which are, in fact, featured in 'The Virgin Suicides' by the way) I love the bizarreness of it all, how unashamedly dark and disturbing it is, pretty much from beginning to end, although rising from the overall Lynchian creepiness there are elegant moments of profound beauty and a perfectly mysterious atmosphere that never goes away. I love the sister's alluring blonde hair and pale floral dresses, their intricate bedrooms overflowing with crystal perfume bottles, Virgin Mary symbolism and lace curtains waving eerily in the night time breeze.

of all I love the way the film has been shot, in it's perfect Super 8 style vintageyness, so that everything is golden tinged and summery like a 70s postcard. I think I can safely say I have found a new obsession.