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SomewhereWhen:
In cinemas from December 26
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It's startling to realise that this is only Sofia Coppola's fourth film. She seems to have been around for ages. Perhaps it's just that she seems to want to make the same film over and over again, with the same melancholic tone, impersonally luxurious interiors and beautiful characters wallowing in atomised privilege.
Like Lost In Translation, which it strongly resembles, Somewhere is more interested in mood than narrative, and unfolds episodically and observationally. You may find it dull or solipsistic. I found its remoteness meditative, and it's actually quite audacious how long Coppola holds her takes - notably, in one symbolism-sodden scene in which aimless Hollywood star Johnny Marco (a perpetually puzzled Stephen Dorff) has his head encased in plaster for a special-effects makeup mould.
In another director's hands, Johnny's wanderings through the famescape with his refreshingly normal 11-year-old daughter Cleo (Elle Fanning) might have been a mawkishly redemptive tale or a screwball comedy. But Coppola's delicacy captures more complex and evanescent emotions between Johnny and Cleo. They surprise and sometimes disappoint each other, trading authority and comfort. The film ambiguously suggests that no matter the ‘somewhere' their future will take them, they'll travel more happily together.
