While there may be the occasional fluke, like last year’s Barbenheimer phenomenon, the relevance of movies to the public has quickly declined over the past two decades as film fanfare lessens. It’s a different world than 25 years ago, in 1999, when the movie industry held pop culture in the palm of its hand.
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.
