I watched “The Virgin Suicides” twenty-five years after its release, and after speaking to a few friends, it’s clear that director Sofia Coppola’s stylistic choices may not be fully grasped by a modern audience. It is a shocking and polarizing movie — one that some see as fetishizing girls as well as mental illness.

Amy Dunne is a relatable character for many female viewers. She eats hot dogs and chugs beer. She’s probably at least a Veteran in Call of Duty. And on top of all that, she’s hot. She’s a cool girl. Well, except for the part where she admits she’s not.

The re-emergence of the catsuit advertises a glamorous solution to the patriarchy, but in actuality may provide a little less than its glossy veneer.