It must be tough, being "average" and "middle class" and living within sniffing distance of L.A.'s rich and beautiful people. The designer clothes, the pricey homes, flashy cars and flashier jewelry must seem just within reach, especially to the young and avaricious.
That's the temptation of "The Bling Ring," Sofia Coppola's scintillating follow-up to the sleep-inducing "Somewhere." Coppola's film, based on a Vanity Fair article about the crimes, the criminals and the world they ran in, is a winking condemnation of a generation of naive, covetous privacy-abandoning teens and their victims, celebrities so vapid they leave doors unlocked, so vulnerable in an age where the Internet tracks their every out-of-town trip and every red carpet appearance.
Because if there's one thing these dizzy L.A. larcenists have a handle on, it's social media. They don't wear gloves, don't rush through the houses they enter and pilfer, don't realize that the gate camera (which they walk toward backwards, wearing hoodies, so that their faces are hidden) isn't the only camera in a multimillion-dollar hillside Paris Hilton, Orlando Bloom or Lindsay Lohan abode. But they can track their prey online and post Facebook photos of their haul.
Becca (Katie Chang) worships Lohan and a few other staples of "Access Hollywood" and "TMZ." She links up with the new kid in her Calabasas high school, Marc (Israel Broussard), because of his fashion sense. He's gay. And when she says "Let's check some cars" after hitting a party, he's down for anything - pulling on car doors, seeing what can be snatched from a vehicle that isn't locked.
Chloe (Claire Julien) is Becca's blond bombshell pal, also down for anything. Nicki (Emma Watson) and Sam (Taissa Farmiga) are the rest of this pot-smoking, Kanye and M.I.A. listening posse. They discover that the celebrities they long to emulate are as careless about locking their doors as "The Bling Ring," as the media came to call them, are about hiding their activities.
Coppola is utterly at ease in this milieu and it shows. We're allowed to giggle at Nicki and Sam's (all names were changed) insipid, self-help, home-schooling mom (Leslie Mann, on the nose), The homes of the rich are often expensively tacky. The girls all have that mousy, sexy Kardashian growl and a thorough knowledge of high end brands - Chanel, Rolex, Louboutin.
All it takes is a text - "Let's go to Paris" - and they're off, "shopping" at the Hilton home. The performances capture the utter amorality of it all, with Harry Potter's pal Watson scoring with her dizzy rationalizations of her crimes - "Karma cleanses my journey."