Sofia Coppola’s languid & visually poetic style has always been more of a miss than a hit for me so I’m not too surprised that I found it hard to get my hooks into this movie. I love Jeffrey Eugenides (everyone should read Middlesex) so at some point, I’ll read the book that Virgin Suicides is based on. Even though it was probably the point that none of the girls tell their own story and that the story is told from different male perspectives thus further alienating them, it left me cold & angry. I didn’t feel like all the dots were connected–which is the point of suicide & memory, but I was dissatisfied by the exploration of both concepts nevertheless. Maybe it needs to be on the big screen so there are no distractions & I could completely focus on it, but not my cup of tea.