So, this is what has become of the Bonnie and Clyde mythos, the ballsy outlaw bandits with bullets to spare and a knack for creating (and then unfortunately believing) their own hype? It is somewhat depressing to watch Sofia Coppola’s latest film (a true story based on a Vanity Fair article) about a collection of wayward attention-seeking teens living in Los Angeles, near the empty glitz and glamour of Hollywood celebrity, so near, in fact, that they can waltz right through the doors of Paris Hilton’s house, since the key is under the mat, right? There’s something cheap and emboldening about the thrill of being able to do this without getting caught, but it really wouldn’t matter because there are no hard consequences for these kids.
They will get caught and they will spin the events, gaining for themselves the very notoriety they sought. Coppola, working in much the same way she has always done, going all the way back to The Virgin Suicides, doesn’t judge her protagonists, but she certainly allows the audience to draw their own conclusions. There’s nothing open-ended about the telling or the outcome, but what she does — and does so well — is lay out the facts, not only about the events themselves but also about us, the obsessed watchers who have seen it all before online and endlessly on reality television shows. Now in theaters. (R) Grade: B+