My first blogpost has! (bold & exclamation mark!) to be about Lost in Translation. I live and breathe that film. I love it so much. I know I sound like a hipster for loving Sofie Coppola, but it’s so easy to love her productions. Especially this one. I think everyone who loves it as much as I do understands what I’m talking about. For the few people who fell asleep while watching it: I’m sorry, but I think you will fall asleep with at least 90% of my future blog content. Please give it an other shot. You should!
The story sounds a bit cliché, but I identify myself a lot with the female character. Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson) is a young woman who has just finished her studies in philosophy and travelled along with her photographer husband to Tokyo (of course I haven’t ever travelled to Tokyo nor am I married, but that’s beside the point). Because of his time-consuming job, Charlotte spends a lot of time alone, painting her toe nails and making lamps of paper cranes in their hotelroom. While looking out over the skyline of Tokyo from her window, she thinks about her life. Is this what she wants? Living in hotels, living her husbands life? What’s life about? Who is she? And above all: does it get better? (hello! did Sofia read my mind?! dramaqueens unite!)
On the other side of the hotel there is Bob (Bill Murray), an american actor with a midlife crisis, forced to go to Tokyo by his manager to record a whisky commercial. He’s happy to be away from his wife and two children, but he soon realizes it can be awfully lonely in a country where everybody thinks to know you, but where you don’t speak the language nor understand anything about the culture.
When Charlotte and Bob meet each other in the middle of the night in the hotelbar, they both haven’t slept in days and are a little lost in life. They strike up a conversation (Bob still with mascara on his face from shooting the commercial), he lights her cigarette and they soon realize this can be the start of a wonderful friendship. What follows is a magical trip into Tokyo city nightlife filled with Japanese stereotypes (I heard the Japanese were not so happy with the way they were portrayed by Sofia Coppola – but hey, they looked like fun!), minimal but meaningful dialogues, skilled actors, a very fitting soundtrack and pretty cinematic sights.
All of the above and this (come on, this is awsome) contributes to the fact that this is probably my favorite film of all time. Well, of course I have a lot of “favorite films of all time”, but right now I feel very strongly about this one. It makes me laugh (‘Lip my stocking mistel Hallis!’), it makes me cry (the final AMAZING scene) and it makes me long (for a friendship like theirs and a trip to Tokyo). I loveeeee it <3 (Tomorrow I have a special playlist made for those dramaqueens who also need a soundtrack for their real-life "dramatically staring out of the window"-scenes.)