A famous actor, surrounded by sycophants and hangers-on, suffering from privilege-induced ennui, who spends his free time drinking, partying, and bedding random women, all done without conviction or any real passion or pleasure, spends a few weeks looking after and getting to know his eleven-year-old daughter, and slowly wakes up to the state that his life is in, in Coppola’s hypnotic and gently moving character study, which falls just a little short of her similarly themed Lost in Translation (2003). Iain.Stott
Friday, 7 January 2011
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