I actually really enjoyed this film. What I find so appealing about Sofia Coppola is this (somewhat unexpected) lack of pretension; she doesn't feel the need to force some heavy-handed, complex script on us, because, if you ask me, a "classic plot" isn't even necessary for a movie like this, which feels more like a mere slice of someone's life. Johnny Marco basically embodies everything there is to say about the subject, eventually just spiraling into that repetitive routine at the Chateau Marmont—which, as
pacifist so brilliantly summarized,
...it’s that palpable sense of being trapped by interiors, since he arguably steps out from under a roof—be it a hotel, a car, a hall, or a restaurant, it hardly matters—for the very first time at the very end of the film..
The dialogue, in my opinion, is almost entirely incidental to what I believe is the director's true goal, which seems to be crafting a sort of autobiographical look at the glamorous emptiness inherent in this kind of lifestyle—an idea that is quite pointedly underscored by
those two random strippers/go-go dancers). You have little Ell hitting Dakota for ten grand (who, by the way, looks stunning in this Rodarte-style fashion film), and Dorff is quite good too. 🙂
I don't claim to be an expert on the technicalities of filmmaking, but for me, this is quintessential Sofia Coppola; it's all about that specific atmosphere and visual texture which, despite the "lack" of a traditional narrative, manages to hold your attention incredibly well.