The Bling Ring, directed by Sofia Coppola, is the immortalisation of events that happened in the years 2008-2009. A group of teenagers known as ‘The Bling Ring’ robbed millions of dollars worth of clothes, jewellery etc from the homes of famous people such as Paris Hilton and Rachel Bilson. They were obsessed with celebrity and glamour and before they got caught, burgled at least 50 homes – some several times.
I loved The Bling Ring. It represented and portrayed a lot of things that are a huge point of fascination for me, from Paris Hilton herself to obsession with celebrity generally. I often wish I’d been older in the years 2003-2008, to really soak up the weekly news of what which trashy socialite was doing now. I found The Bling Ring to be an anarchistic thrill ride, the robbery scenes underlined and defined by music such as Sleigh Bells’ Crown on the Ground.
I didn’t want this film to be a warning tale. I wanted it to glamorise the lives of these teenagers, to dress up what they did as fun rather than life-destroying for their victims. I wanted glitz, glamour, Paris’ interior design, diamonds, and Birkin bags. I wanted humour. I wanted to hate The Bling Ring but at the same time envy them for their way into the world of celebrity. Above all, I wanted to sympathise with them. It delivered on all counts.
The Bling Ring was a fascinating and hedonistic look into obsession with celebrity through the eyes of some of the most notorious young adults in history. There is little in the way of message or depth here, but there is no argument that this is an exciting and masterful piece of cinema. It’s a chronicle of a time that is perhaps reaching its end now, but is nonetheless still interesting and exciting.