I was browsing through Anticonsciousness and saw a post about Air and I suddenly felt a strong desire to listen to The Virgin Suicides album by the French duo.
I can’t remember if I listened to the album first, or saw Sophia Coppola‘s movie. I actually think it was a rather simultaneous think.
I remember how fascinated I remained after I first saw the movie. It’s simplicity and it’s strong message was rather a shock to me (I was a junior in high school, if I remember correctly). I loved it and watched it several times afterward. I liked the silence and the stillness, Kirsten’s voice and the way she played her role. The house, the yard, the street.
The album kept me in a sort of hypnotic state for several days. I felt the same laziness the girls felt trapped in their house. I was screaming on the inside. I wanted a roof where to just sit at night. I guess it was the age. Tonight I found out that I still love this album, although those feelings are gone 🙂 (oh, to be young again).
Two years later I feel in love with Jeffrey Eugenides‘ book which actually was the screenplay for the movie. It totally got my heart and I read it in one day. Just couldn’t let go. This guy writes unbelievably.
Rarely I get surprised by all the aspects. Usually I like the book and not the movie, or the soundtrack doesn’t tell me anything. But in this case, they are perfect.
The Virgin Suicides is a great hear/watch/read 😉
(Playground Love by Air)