Bombed because it’s a kids movie full of references only people 30 or older can get.
I wrote i think i did not understand it rather than i hate it and it’s crap certainly not out of respect for Sofia Coppola, whom, i must say, i am certainly not very high on. Possibly out of respect of Tarantino, i’ll give you that much, after all he (and the rest of the jury) gave it the golden lion in venice, and i thought maybe he (and all those others) had seen something i really did not.
And maybe there really is something there and it’s just me hating because the main character is so difficult to identify and empathize with, being essentially a rich privileged bastard living the carefree life of a rockstar. There’s probably somebody out there that totally understands it though, gets it, responds to this, granted it may be just a very limited set of people, who totally know what it means you can’t fuck around anymore with strippers and models in your swanky hotel suite because your fragile ex wife just saddled you with your own daughter for the eternity of two weeks. It’s a tragedy man. But at the same time whoa, you know, it totally opens your eyes on life and shit, duuude, know what i mean?
I’m being sarcastic now, but seriously, Somewhere is like the reverse Precious.