I meant to reply to this - I don’t know why it’s one of my favourite films. It reminds me of myself in a bad way, probably the only way there is to relate to the Lisbon girls. Even the way they take what beauty there is outside their limited world is sad. One thing that really amazes me about the sisters is how all five of them have a twin-like connection with each other, like what you’d think twins have in dreams, or subconsciously when they’re awake. They connected with each other as if they had string-made cup telephones from heart to heart, and it was tragic, but I can’t help feeling brain synchronicity is wonderful, even if they’re works of fiction. Everyone is real to some degree. Besides that, I really love its imagery and the way Sofia Coppola captures day-to-day life, slow girlish moments that almost make you feel as if you were there with the same summer air on your face.
I dislike how they remind me of me, though - all they want is to break free, to travel, to fly away and unravel and live fully, but they’re imprisoned within a traditional kind of family frame and within their minds as well. I’d love to see the whole world for myself, but alas…
