Let’s Be A Sofia Coppola Film!

I’m the anachronism.

I am the "only white people exist" casting.

I'm all of the empty seats in the theatres that show me for one weekend.

I'm the neverending wave of pretentiousness that washes over it all.

I'm the modern cool soundtrack regardless of the time period.

I’m the frippery, followed by the puffery.

I'm sad white girls strewn about pantless for no specific reason.

I'm the lonely movie star living an empty life in these movies.

I am the lingering question asked when viewing any subsequent film, "Who really made Lost in Translation Sophia or Francis?"

I'm the sadness of extremely privileged people.

I'm Kirsten Dunst's snaggle tooth.

My director is a spoiled bratty cunt who's resting face is a bitch face just because I want to be intimidating because my daddy created The Godfather.

I'm the expensive luxury goods that comprise a montage, no more than one minute on screen, that took half the movies budget to get.

I’m the nepo Oscar nominations.

I'm the genius of "Lost In Translation."

I’m the earrings

I’m the nepo baby. Not Sofia herself, but much of her cast and crew of Hollywood kids, Hollywood wives and Hollywood siblings .

I'm the Marc Jacobs flats worn by the female lead.

I’m the blasé attitude and Valley girl-speak, no matter the locale or century (hi, R1!)

I’m the self-pity.

I’m the Court/Tru TV type fiascos she has fixated on lately.

She is actually a talented filmmaker tho in my opinion.

I’m the sometimes leaden pace.

I'm a nepo artiste and I am cool, I tell you.

I'm the pool at the Chateau Marmot. I symbolize something, no one's clear what that is, exactly.

I like her movies. Alot. She was a terrible actress but, obviously, she was aware of that.

I'm the spot-on casting of Leslie Mann in "Bling Ring."

[quote] She is actually a talented filmmaker tho in my opinion.—Teacake

Good thing no one gives a shit about your opinion, junkie.

R28 You are so sad bro. Sad.

Congratulations, shithead lying white man. You got your own thread removed.

R30 are you talking to me? I own your mafuckin ass. Aging and stay bickering with me. Even when I don’t post for like 2-3 days when I log in and come on threads you be checking on me.

I'm her Daddy, the only reason she was allowed to film at Versailles.

I'm the 4 assorted It Boys in the cast.

I'm gazing out the window.

I’m the deliberately desaturated color palette

R31. You always insult people's ages. I don't get that. Do you not age? What gives you that right?

I’m the undercurrent of laziness and easy money.

I'm Bill Murray whispering something in Scarlett Johansson's ear at the end of Lost in Translation and we have no idea what he said.

I’m Spike Jonze- my influence remains

I'm the decayed mid-century childhood.

I’m the film camera that doesn’t need a tripod because I can rest on her proboscis.

I’m just glad I’m not a Francis Ford Coppola movie.