No one would call Sofia Coppola a failure, but it’s fair to say that her career over the last decade has been a mild disappointment, relative to the expectations set by The Virgin Suicides and then Lost in Translation, her first two major films. Her polarizing Marie Antoinette is underrated, the little-seen Somewhere won the Golden Lion at the Venice Film Festival, The Beguiled had its admirers even as it fell afoul of woke critiques, and The Bling Ring — no, The Bling Ring was just a movie heiress’s cold sneer at celebrity culture, devoid of sympathy for the not-as-classy-as-the-Coppolas …
This article appears as “Too Little Mess” in the November 16, 2020, print edition of National Review.
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