I ended up watching On The Rocks, also known as Lost in Translation-light, the other night with my wife and throughout the movie she kept remarking “oh, excuse me!” as Rashida Jones kept bouncing from one rich NYC activity to another. I think this is going to be the reaction of about 90% of the audience that will sit down and consume the latest from Sofia Coppola – I generally don’t care when movies aren’t made specifically for me but I felt the inaccessibility a little too much throughout it’s runtime. The plot is whatever – it never feels like anything can be “at stake” in the world Coppola has built because the lives these characters live just scream “we’ll be alright!” The performances are good enough but if the moral of the story is “rich people have feelings too”, I guess I respond back with “alright.”