I own four copies of Lost in Translation, in case one or two, or three, wear out before I do. I kinda liked Lost the first time. Then a year later went back to it recalling my two years in Misawa and fell in love with a Japanese girl. A "good" girl that spoke no English. I had to learn some Japanese and it has lingered in my mind since. My huge regret is leaving her there so many years ago.
When I witnessed how Sofia Coppola put her ideas all in the context of love without consuming sex, love that is so pure it brings tears all your life to think of what was lost. Love that is so delicate, so unspoken, so amazing that to try and describe it to anyone, means the emotions, the depth of feeling, everything that makes this one love so special, will be forever, lost in translation.
I am a bit embarrassed to say, I love this movie without qualification. I watch it almost every night, in the wee hours. I watch and enjoy many movies, and books and people, but no other movie allows me to pull up to a hotel in Tokyo in the wee hours and find someone that is the end game of loving for a lifetime.
That unexpected encounter is quite wonderful. If I could thank everyone that worked on creating this masterpiece, I would do it gladly.. I have seen Scarlett's other movies.
Okay, some are really fine. However, Lost in Translation was her first adult role and before she became a mega star, and that innocence is captured on her face, and in my heart. Bill Murray found the guy in all of us that have been there. He got is so right. And in the light of recent events, the bed-time chat seems prophetic - marriage is hard.
I have had many favorite movies, but none will ever surpass Lost in Translation for ships in the night for me. I loved your singing, Scarlett, and the LOOK you returned to Bill while he sang what was in his heart and was lost in the depths of your eyes. There is only one way to describe each of them. It is, THE LOOK. That look is not lost in translation, nor is the movie. Thanks again, Sophia.