Diary entries forSomewhere
Somewhere
idk i just cry and got me dejavu with Aftersun and yeaa i cry again
Somewhere
i’ll never get tired of hearing a strokes needle drop in a sofia coppola movie
Somewhere
❝I'm sorry I haven't been around.❞ 𐄁─────⋆⁺‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧⁺⋆─────𐄁 This film, while visually stunning, feels so empty. And maybe that's intentional; the boredom that Johnny feels living life as a celebrity gets transferred to the viewer while he pulls himself out of his funk and reconnects with Cleo. But it just felt like the film dragged on and on with little respite. Elle Fanning gave a great performance, and there were some truly heartwarming father-daughter moments, but they weren't enough to save the film, and I don't think I'll be watching it again.
Somewhere
“i’m fucking nothing. not even a person.” it’s no surprise how deeply affecting somewhere is, considering sofia’s previous works. the film is drenched in feelings of loneliness and and the existential dread that comes along with depression. but it also has it’s bright spots of elation when stephen and elle share the screen together.
Somewhere
Me: Have you ever heard of this phrase, You're mature for your age? J: Sometimes, growing up. Me: Do you think people told Elle Fanning this when she was casted in this? At eleven? J: She had such a control in character. I think about that one scene where she's at the breakfast table with the girl Johnny fucks from the night before. I've seen that look before. That look you give people when you're too polite to say everything you want to say. Me: Me at every family dinner. I think that's why I loved this film so much when I first saw it. It was the first time I ever saw a film where it was so incredibly muted. Like I could watch it without the volume on, and I could still understand the film. I did it once, like 3 or 4 AM and I didn't have headphones and I didn't want to wake up my family, I was sixteen or something, a sophomore, and the scene where Johnny is molded for a mask. It was the longest scene in the film. I felt so trapped, under the covers, watching it on my laptop, like I was suffocating. Suffocating at sixteen. And it was the first time a film ever matched how I felt. About life. J: The way the camera slowly zooms in. And then out? I forget. I forget if Sofia let us breathe in that moment. Or let us hold our breath. Me: Did you? Hold your breath? J: I think there was a moment where I wasn't breathing. Or like I tried to remind myself to breathe. Me: So we were both breathless at the same time? I smile. He laughs. We kiss. Holding each other. J: Is this what LA's like? Me: Lonely? Do you mean is it lonely? J: I feel like there's so many kinds of people there. It can't be so lonely. Me: It's like Seoul. So many people. So much loneliness. J: Were you ever that lonely? In the film? Me: (beat) I'm always this lonely. Even with the people I love. J: Even now? 지금? Me: 네...지금요. 요즘. 가을에 외로워요. J: 왜? Me: 그냥. It's just how I've always been. I think that's why this movie is so important to me. Even now. He holds me in the way the earth holds all its tears in oceans and rivers and carafes and 눈물. He was in my loneliness, spread out and loving the way feathered wings mother the air in graceful flight.
Somewhere
i wish my dad loved me
