The goddaughters

Sofia Coppola mixes nostalgia, suburbia, and teen lust into a volatile blend in The Virgin Suicides

Everybody's a princess at one point or another. Rich girls work it from birth to final crack-up. Bourgeois girls play the precious 'n' misunderstood game through adolescence, shifting it into ruthless ambition shortly thereafter. Poor girls can blow an entire lifetime just screwing up their hair and pretending they're Galadriel. As for boys (whose princely maladies have been covered sublimely in the cinema this season), the princess bug can strike at any age, provoking anything from satin thongs to Palm Springs residency to music industry mogulhood. Ultimately, no one is immune. Common symptoms include painfully acute emotional sensitivity, a passion for unicorns, and paralyzing shock at the discovery that pugnacity -- not poetry -- rules our world. Trapped in a realm of overwhelming patriarchal oppression -- extending from various "holy lands" to industrial centers to suburban high schools -- what's a dreamy feminine spirit to do?

Sofia Coppola grapples with this rumination in The Virgin Suicides, her breezy adaptation of Jeffrey Eugenides' wry novel. That this is Coppola's debut feature seems incidental; the movie is as sumptuous as her father's support could make it, and her vision and timing already match the skills of many veterans. (Perhaps this is through osmosis: Her family tree includes Talia Shire, Nicolas Cage, and Jason Schwartzman; she's also married to Spike Jonze). There's a massive machine behind Coppola, but she obviously knows how to get it into gear. She also understands the crisp, oblique horror and wistfulness of Eugenides' narrative, plunking down five enchanting princesses into an environment that is anything but magical.

It's the perspective that gives this material its weird edge. The Virgin Suicides is quite unlike Peter Jackson's Heavenly Creatures, despite sharing its basic model: dewy, adolescent whimsy butting heads with stern, oppressive mores, resulting in tragic release. Jackson's sweet-gone-sour film, based on a bloody incident involving two young soul mates in 1950s' New Zealand, ensnared us in the magnificent visions of its female protagonists who directed their rage outward. In Coppola's take (and Eugenides' book), set 20-odd years later in the tragic kingdom of suburban Michigan, the dreams and fantasies of the five Lisbon sisters are kept largely under wraps -- ironic given the director's comment that her movie is about "the line between reality and fantasy, which is a very cinematic notion to me." What we do see is hinted at in the random poetry of a purloined diary, or in stoner rock albums burned for spiritual salvation -- hardly deeply revelatory stuff. To amplify the intrigue, we spend the movie outside with a gaggle of smitten boys, peering in on the shimmering, unattainable girls.

Four out of five immaculate maidens: Chelse Swain, Kirsten Dunst, Leslie Hayman, and A.J. Cook make '70s suburban angst dreamy.
Four out of five immaculate maidens: Chelse Swain, Kirsten Dunst, Leslie Hayman, and A.J. Cook make '70s suburban angst dreamy.

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Starring James Woods, Kathleen Turner, Kirsten Dunst, Josh Hartnett, Hanna Hall, Chelse Swain, A.J. Cook, and Leslie Hayman

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May 5

Written and directed by Sofia Coppola, based on the novel by Jeffrey Eugenides

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"Nobody could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, produced such beautiful creatures," comments Giovanni Ribisi, the dryly-melancholic adult incarnation of one of the boys, Tim Weiner (youthful Jonathan Tucker), who serves as narrator. It is quite a mystery that these two cold fishes -- the preternaturally straight man (James Woods) and his frumpy wife (Kathleen Turner) -- have begotten a quincunx of ethereal, intellectual, lyrical waifs: Cecilia (Hannah Hall), Bonnie (Chelse Swain), Mary (A.J. Cook), Therese (Leslie Hayman), and Lux (Kirsten Dunst). Like any parents of adolescent girls, the old squares quickly find they've got more on their hands than they can handle.

The movie launches into its purpose with Cecilia, the youngest, in the bathtub, her little wrists slashed, clutching an image of the Madonna. Of course, as soon as the girl is revived, a heavy blanket of denial descends over the incident, and the perilously sensitive child is sent to psychologist Dr. Horniker (Danny DeVito, looking more '70s than he did in the '70s). Horniker employs Rorschach blots on Cecilia ("a banana, a swamp, an afro," she intones, bored), and applies a pretty band-aid for her parents' benefit ("Cecilia didn't mean to kill herself"). Once we infiltrate the Lisbon home -- a modestly tacky period set, illuminated by the girls' rooms, which are bursting with Smurfette-style kitsch, more Catholic detritus, and a complete set of Nancy Drew books -- we start to feel the unease ourselves. Local lad and lucky dinner-guest Peter Sissen (Chris Hale) discovers it as we do: Something is off here.

The astute assessment continues, as the Lisbons, attempting to brighten everyone's spirits, host a spine-twistingly awkward party in their wood-paneled basement rec-room. The kids struggle to enjoy themselves with some of the worst ice-breakers on record ("Um, how did your SATs go?"), then have a little fun at the expense of retarded Joe (Paul Sybersma), until tragedy strikes again, and the angel of death looms over these maidens. The Lisbon house is consumed by a thick despair, which withstands even the noble, pompous efforts of Father Moody (Scott Glenn, sly as hell) to dissolve it.

The angels of lust and melancholy provide the counterbalance for the rest of the movie, as the randy, all-American blonde Lux (such a common conservative Catholic name, that) discovers some wild oats growing in her field and takes to inscribing the name of the sexy garbageman on her panties. Her favor for the sanitation engineer swiftly declines, however, when roguish Trip Fontaine (Josh Hartnett) falls madly for her, the only girl in school upon whom his charms do not instantly work. As the neighborhood boys continue their fascinated vigil ("We learned that they knew everything about us, and we couldn't fathom them at all"), Lux and bad-boy Trip grow closer, until, via some miracle, Trip and his friends manage to score dates with the Lisbon girls for the homecoming dance. That night, as curfews, hearts, plausibility (these girls are worried about anti-Semitism? Uh-huh, sure), and stringent parental guidelines are broken, a terrible new order descends upon the Lisbon home, where the girls begin their slow suffocation.

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