Movie Review: The Bling Ring

The teens then boast about their famous bling at school and recklessly wear celebrities’ shoes and paraphernalia.

These activities became addictive; for once the teens have found something more interesting than their cellphones or partying to keep their over-saturated minds occupied. Coppola knows exactly how to explore and expose this excess in The Bling Ring. She paints a pretty grim picture of a country and a community that is self-satisfied and filthy rich.

The worst shock in this film is not ne-cessarily the brazen break-ins, but the overindulgence in shoes, clothes, make-up and closets bursting with designer names which these celebrities keep as trophies and which are then plundered by equally rich kids who need a fix of excitement. What is even more shocking is the total absence of parental control. The parents are too busy with their iPads, social lives and making money to give a thought to supervision.

Emma Watson in a scene from “The Bling Ring.”

The Bling Ring is a testament to a country in a capitalist gridlock, where conversation barely exists except through social media, and money and bling serve as a passport to wealth and happiness marked by dollar signs.

The Bling Ring has a high irritation value, but as a critique on modern American youth and their obsession with celebrity, it deserves to be seen. Celebrity and its excess have otherwise taken over America with barely a shot fired on the Beverly Hills battleground.