What's So Funny About Peace, Love, and Understanding?
Last night, we saw Lost In Translation. Sofia Coppola's direction is impressive--visually stunning and beautifully paced. Bill Murray is wonderfully restrained, yet moving. He can do more with just his face than most actors can do with their entire performance. Scarlett Johansson manages to be both girlish and knowing, and she's gorgeous. She has all of the curves and softness that a woman's supposed to have, and the loveliest smile in movies since Julia Roberts.
Everything about this movie adds to its quiet power, including the soundtrack. All of it builds toward, not a reduction to certainty, but a powerful opening up into a nicely chosen Jesus and Mary Chain song. It displays a decidedly feminine aesthetic, building slowly and expertly to a rich and complex climax.
And if, like Eric, you believe that Japan is inherently weird, this movie will do nothing to dispel that belief. Can anyone out there shed some light on this? Is Tokyo really a realm of endless sensory overload, or are such portrayals as inaccurate as portrayals of New York solely on the basis of Times Square?
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