A disenchanted movie star connects with an equally adrift newlywed in a hotel bar in Tokyo. Crossing the language and custom barriers around them, the two bond deeply over the multidimensional mysteries and marvels of an atmospheric Tokyo and life itself.
Has any film so quickly skyrocketed into the Zeitgeist? No wonder: Sofia Coppola’s exquisitely beautiful and tender portrait of Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson stranded geographically and emotionally in Japan is that most perfect union of the personal and the universal. A modern classic.
A perfectly wonderful film about which so much has been written. So much analysis and theorising. Yet I'm absolutely convinced that Lost In Translation is best viewed and understood if you just allow it to wash over you without thinking too much about it.
So much love in that hug! So much hope in that kiss! Love it. Being simple is one of the hardest things, and Sofia Coppola shows us how to do it without missing any detail of the perfection of "what is" and how you accept it and try to, within the circumstances, make it real, make it eternal, even though it is just an ephemeral existence.
A truly masterpiece. Ikebana's scene is always astonishing and meaningful, no matter how many times I rewatch it. The incompleteness, the search for belonging, the unspoken, the hazy feel, the visual appeal, Tokyo, My Bloody Valentine. Everything is subtle, dreamy, magical. Charlotte's a wandering soul and there's a bit of her in each one of us still looking for our paths. This movie represents why I'm into movies.
Watched it again for the 12th time (at least) with my mother. Use this opportunity to finally say and assert that Lost in Translation is in my top 5 all time. Bill Murray is a living god and I always cry at the end. Most romantic work I've seen in my life.