But Lux isn't your conventional rebel, either. But she isn't swayed by any set of rules, she's a lovely, poetic, feminine creature bursting with life. Coppola conveys this with startlingly beautiful images of Lux dancing in fields, laying on grass or winking at us from a celestial sky. Well, after a while we feel so connected with Lux's vitality that when she is sorely and needlessly punished by her overbearing mother, we feel her pain - which is not glamorous and is very painful to watch. Ironically, it's the death of the soul that affects us the most in the film.
Suicide is just a physical act.
Then she burns all their Kiss records after hearing a fiery sermon on the dangers of rock and roll. The house soon becomes a dark, loathing, American idyllic. A place where life ends and structure begins. And every once in a while a news van will film it with the utmost curiosity - death is in the house, it is newsworthy. As the boys watch this take place from across the street, they notice that Lux engages in behavior that's out of character - this isn't the beauty we've been watching this whole time, reflecting that forced structure will bring out the worst in us.