Lost In Translation

Everyone wants to be found
I went to see Lost In Translation tonight. Brendan recommended months ago that I see it, though it has taken a while for it to be released down here. He said it was the type of movie I’d enjoy, and he was right.
We almost missed the start (and what a shapely start it was). I had been planning to go see it with Calvin for a while now, though LW popped online just as I was about to head out the door, so I raced round and picked her up as well. After a quick little dash through the valley we made it on time and sat down to enjoy the best movie I’ve seen all year (I haven’t seen ROTK yet).
If I didn’t realise I was lost before I saw this movie, I most certainly know it now. The whole thing was simply fantastic; I loved every minute of it. It was an extremely touching film, while at the same time managing to be incredibly funny in parts. Bill Murray gave a wonderful performance and Scarlett Johansson was simply gorgeous. The music in the film is terrific, so good that I’ve been listening to the soundtrack (plus the karaoke tracks and the Peaches track that aren’t included) non-stop since. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a movie that has touched me as much as this one. I think it’s going to be with me for a long while yet.
Objectively, this is a great film, at its heart depicting two people wanting to be found. Subjectively I loved it all the more because it was set in Japan, for the most part in Tokyo, which brought back powerful memories for me. The nightscapes of Shibuya, the Shinkansen arriving at Kyoto, and the view over Tokyo, they were all painfully familiar. I don’t think I’ve ever missed Japan as much as I did when the last flowing street shots were shown while Jesus and Mary Chain’s ”Just Like Honey” played. Many things prompted stabs of nostalgia in me while watching this film. There was the scene in the videogame arcade, and running through the pachinko parlour, the women in kimonos, the crazy TV shows, the sushi restaurant and the karaoke, the pubs and clubs and people on the street. There was the initial overwhelming loss at not being able to understand the language, and then the gradual decrease in that being important. There were the repeated instances of being talked to for long periods of time in Japanese when it was plainly clear you don’t understand. There was the sense of isolation, while at the same time being surrounded by millions of people.
I’m listening to Alone in Kyoto by Air at the moment and I want to go back to Japan.
Oh yeah, I’m back from my trip away for Christmas too, in case you couldn’t tell ^_^ I had a good time; we chased a few rainbows in the 4WD but didn’t find any gold. I’m glad I went though.

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