With Somewhere, writer-director Sofia Coppola may have made the best movie opening of the year. The goodness of the rest of the film will be subject to debate, as per usual with Coppola, but its beginning — a delicate thing, and therefore better discovered than discussed — is a perfectly cinematic, literally character-driven overture to the movie at hand. It’ll also drive unreceptive viewers crazy, and maybe drive them away. So be it.
The character is Johnny Marco, a movie actor whose success has burned him out. However apparently comfortable Johnny might seem to be in his own skin, he’s also a man with angst so ingrained that he doesn’t even realize he’s having an existential crisis.
Johnny’s between projects just now, although occasionally saddled with the duties of promoting past efforts. He often loses track of what day of the week it is. He passes time dozing in his hotel room in front of twin strippers doing dual private pole dances. He’s had a relationship with one of them, but still can’t tell them apart. When driving around in the Los Angeles sprawl, Johnny always wonders if he’s being followed. He gets random text messages containing obscene, accusatory, open-ended questions. Their senders never are identified. Maybe they’re all from a nagging voice in his head.

It’s a pleasure and maybe a relief to see how gracefully Coppola navigates the perpetually crowded playing field of insider Hollywood satire. Somewhere makes good use of her gently ironic, spartan aesthetic, wisely acknowledging that in this milieu, the satire will take care of itself if one just waits long enough. Here, a lack of inflection is the right choice, maybe the only choice. And there’s an inherent rightness in the casting, too. Dorff’s been in the game for a while himself, and not without success, but he still registers more as a familiar face than a household name. It works to his and the movie’s advantage that he can seem to resemble other, variously respectable marquee headliners — Ewan McGregor, Mark Wahlberg, even Jean-Claude Van Damme — or nobody at all.