Lost in American Translation by way of Antonioni. (Think "Eros is sick".) This film is (probably deliberately) harder to like that So.Coppola's previous effort; while you could still relate to Bill Murray's world-weariness despite his fame and riches and old age, Johnny Marco is just an asshole. Unfortunately, Coppola presses the point a bit too firmly at times and we miss out on some much-needed subtlety.
I've seen Somewhere several times now, and I'm not sure why it's not regarded as Sofia Coppola's masterpiece. It's just as poignant and piercing as any Antonioni movie except that Antonioni could never utilize Gwen Stefani's "Cool" as well as Coppola does. (This viewing is part of an ongoing series called "Eric is moving to LA and wants to watch a bunch of LA-set movies.")