Sofia Coppola has directed what has got to be one of the most beautiful cinemascapes since American Beauty. However, it is perhaps the most excruciatingly boring movie I have ever seen in a very long time.

I’m no film critic. Maybe this whole tactic — if I could call it that — is a ploy to trap the viewer into how the characters in the film feel, to show us what they are going through. If it is, it works, because unless you fall asleep within the first ten minutes of the film, it will leave you staring at the screen waiting for the gorgeous moment of relief when the end credits roll.

I feel guilty popping the DVD out of the player. I’m not even to the ending as I write this entry, but my mind is begging Sofia right now to come up with something — anything — just to make the past hour of my life worth all the boredom and the insubstantial, albeit stunning, cinematic eye candy.

UPDATE: Okay, it’s over, thankfully. Maybe I just don’t get it. Maybe there is no “it” to get. I will say this much, the Academy award nominations she got for this movie were for The Virgin Sucides. I’m reading some of the reviews over at Rotten Tomatoes. Maybe I would get “it” should I watch it again, but I don’t think I have an hour and forty-one minutes to spare. Not now, maybe not for a long while.