Movie Review: “The Bling Ring (2013)”
“The Bling Ring”, directed by Sofia Coppola, is a “feast of the eyes” especially to young adults. I’m not just talking about the movie’s attractive, young cast but I am more referring to the designer shoes, clothes, bags and jewellery showcased in the swanky lifestyles of Hollywood celebrities. If you enjoyed watching MTV’s Cribs and curious if Paris Hilton’s throw pillows really do have her face on them, then you might like this.
The movie may seem to be like a trail of music videos because of its scenes of partying, well-dressed kids rolling out on the streets with their cars while carelessly singing their hearts out in the tunes of Justin Beiber, 2 Chainz and other artists rapping about teen angst. The soundtrack is very upbeat yet at the same time delivers this notion that you’re striding through a crowd in slow motion while giving off a cool vibe. If you’re making a playlist for your own catwalk music, some of the songs in “The Bling Ring” are, let’s say, background music worthy.
For its cast, the one who plays Marc is an asset to the film because he adds a tone of seriousness to it even when he slips into a pair of Louboutins. I can’t help but to sympathize with him of his needs to belong and be free. Aside from the not-so popular cast and Hermione, you can also see Kirsten Dunst and Paris Hilton in one scene as famous passers-by. Aside from being an extra, Paris Hilton also lent her house for the making of this film. This movie would not be complete without the starlet’s posh abode.
Watching these kids partying, drinking, getting high and losing their morality makes me want to give props to Ms. Coppola for showing the viewers some awful truths of the younger generation. As these kids break-in gated houses with ease, the movie shows how obsessed some teens are with the up-scale lifestyle of their favourite celeb and how very minimal parental supervision is provided for them. This cinematic result can be regarded as a big slap to the face of a parent who is very much apathetic of their son’s /daughter’s life.
The movie stays true to its viewers and keeps itself PG-13 by steering away from nudity and resorting to glimpses of bra straps and panties. If after all I’ve said still doesn’t make you want to watch the movie, maybe Emma Watson’s American, valley girl accent, tramp stamp and her going down the stripper pole might do the trick.