The Virgin Suicides

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Moment of truth: I've seen the movie, I'm yet to read the book about the fictive Lisbon sisters written by Jeffrey Eugenides. But these girls just made me think of them. I will read it. The book. And a review is forthcoming as soon as I've accomplished my mission.

Sofia Coppola, adapted the novel to the screen in 1999, starring Kirsten Dunst, Josh Harnett, James Wood and Kathleen Turne among others. Since I hadn't read the book, a pseudonymed poster (Ravenmn), on Reddit, generously summed up their impression of the book's plot and structure, in an exceptional way that rings true to the movie as well:

"Everything is told from the point of view of onlookers, so the unreliable narrator is a constant issue. The parents can't stand that the girls are under scrutiny. The girls' suffer unbearable consequences from being under constant observation. And here I am as the reader, observing it all."

The film is about human sacrifice, a Grecian tragedy, and Sofia captures the eeriness of that ritualistic element, extremly well. She can do no wrong. We knew that already. Those Coppolas, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!