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I really wanted to like the movie Somewhere. I’ve always loved the work of writer and director Sofia Coppola, not so much for what happens but for what doesn’t. I imagined the random scenes (Las Vegas heliport, floating pool bed, swimming laps) as being carefully staged and full of visual irony. I kind of had to imagine it because there wasn’t a whole lot going on other than the crafty camera angles. Seriously, the whole movie went by wondering what happened. The car took six laps on the oval track. He took laps on all the chicks. Its aimlessness was it’s charm though, and I was engrossed in the same question that everyone else must of had. “What was Johnny Marco‘s problem?” It was a thinker’s movie, so what I thought was that he happened into everything and felt none of it until the moment he had somewhere to go.