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Sofia Coppola

Since watching The Virgin Suicides in high school I’ve been a total sucker for Sofia Coppola movies – she’s one of those would-follow-to-the-ends-of-the-earth, can-do-no-wrong people for me. I’ve had a mini-marathon today under the breeze of the air con as Valencia is a stifling 35 degrees even at 9pm.

Some of my favourite things:

Music – where on earth does she uncover these perfect matches? (Sidenote: just found an interview with her music supervisor Brian Reitzell here)

This single shot:

… that theme of wanting to get in without ever actually getting in (figuratively speaking) is translated to the visual style of the movie as well. Blauvelt and Savides never really pull the camera close to the actors, and even in the occasional close-up, the framing looks very stylized. … We, as an audience, are constantly gazing at the action from a non-participatory position, in a sense becoming voyeurs of the voyeurs (the kids). We gaze at them with a slow, deliberate stare, as they gaze slow and deliberately at the lifestyle of the celebrities. It’s a nice droste-effect that elevates the movie and turns it into a sort of mirror for the audience. … [In this long shot, the] camera remains outside at a distance, completely stationary, save for a slow zoom-in. The shot lasts close to 2 minutes and is almost completely silent.

Light:

Another creative piece attempt – song

C               G

First of all let’s go back to when I as 16

How can you have the world in the palm of your hand but still feel so low?

I learnt a lot of things the hard way

But there are so many things that I still don’t know

You were the first one to see my sparkle

That others deemed too hard to find

I would have done anything to keep you

Even if that meant never saying what was on my mind.

 

D               Bm          G               A

And here are one hundred words I never said:

D               Bm          G               A

I wish that you made me more cups of tea,

D               Bm          G               A

And I hate that instead of changing you just left me.

D               Bm          G               A

I hate that you made me say hi to your parents every single day after school

D               Bm          G               A

I hate that you made me love them and then took them away, boy that was so cruel

C               G

Now let’s go back to when we were 18

You said you’d love me forever, that we’d live together but surprise

How could you leave me alone in the city?

I know that you knew that I saw the world in your eyes.

G               C

I hate the fact that I told you on the phone that night

midnight 9th of June,

all of the demons that I used to fight,

but  you said that you loved me and you’d be my spoon

D               Bm          G               A

I hate it how you never asked about my scars

I hate it how when I get the newspaper I still read your stars

I hated seeing you at a party for the first time in so long

I hate how you come into my head every time I sit down to write a song