The Virgin Suicides

The Virgin Suicides ★★★★½

When the soft breeze of the summer air lingers amongst the trees, the collective consciousness of teenage nostalgia engulfs the senses. The haze-ridden, prismatic memoirs of a remembered youth pirouettes through the mind with a grace endowed by one's own rose-tinted fondness.

The bark of a dead tree, the bruises in the grass of the football field, the smooth interior of a 1970 Chevrolet Kingswood Estate, these sensory fragments of a recalled fantasy are rarely unearthed as lyrically as they are in Sofia Coppola's delicate debut.

Picnic At Hanging Rock for the next generation.

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