Sunday, May 22, 2011

Walking To Hollywood

Friday evening, it was thought, however erroneously, that a viewing of Sofia Coppola's film Somewhere would be of benefit as I was completing Will Self's fictional memoir. Despite the centrality of the Chateau Marmont to both narratives, Coppola's effort appeared by the numbers, numbing and a waste of time for everyone involved. Nothing could be more removed from the gripping prowess of Self's triptych.

1 Comments:

Blogger the feral professor said...

A pair of white panties and a Murray performance that cemented him as the sad clown that he actually has always been. That is the breadth and, yes, depth of Sophia's claims behind the camera. But I have said this before.

-fp

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