Movie Review: The Virgin Suicides (1999)

I never realized I was crying until the picture went completely blur. But I guess one can expect nothing less from Sofia Coppola. This movie, it feels like such an ordinary, boring, every-day story until it strikes with its ruthless reality and heartbreaking mystery. Because it is not the mystery of a crime, of a murder – it is the mystery of a person, of a suicide. Or a few of them. This story felt like stepping from the beach into the ocean. At first you go slowly and tenderly; everything happens on your command, with your own pace; the water feels warm and gentle. And just as you’re walking steadily on the soft sand, all ground disappears from beneath your feet. And you sink. And you drown. I never felt going down with this story, but I had drowned into it in the end. And I guess this is what a good story does – it makes you live with its reality way after it has ended. The Virgin Suicides - trust me, it’s worth it.