|  | Review:  |  | Okay, I’ve gotten lucky with movies. First off, 
                  in the flurry of post-Academy Award nomination publicity, I 
                  was lucky enough to see this one in a theater not too far from 
                  my home. Second, I got to see it again not two weeks later because 
                  it had already been released on DVD. And, Lost In Translation 
                  is a good movie to boot. The basic plot centers on two Americans who find themselves 
                  in Tokyo. Bob Harris (Murray) is an action movie star on the 
                  downward slope of his career who finds an extra income opportunity 
                  endorsing a Japanese whiskey brand. Charlotte (Johansson) is 
                  with her husband John (Ribisi), who is a photographer to the 
                  stars and who is doing a shoot with a band. Harris and Charlotte 
                  meet in the hotel they share in downtown Tokyo. They wind up 
                  hanging out with each other. Outside of that, I really couldn’t tell you the exact details
                   of the plot, because it’s kind of hazy. Sophia Coppola wrote
                    and directed the movie, and it is really a disorienting experience.
                    For the characters, it seems like the exotic thrill of being
                    in a different culture feels more like an after-wash of adrenaline
                    after a near-wreck in a car. The fact that Japanese culture
                    appropriates so much American culture, but does so on its
                   own terms, keeps the characters continually off-balance. So
                   plot-wise, it’s like, if you got up to go to the bathroom,
                   and came back and asked, "What happened?" the other people
                   would be all "Um, 
                  uh, well, uh…stuff." The characters wind up stumbling through a very loud, garish
                   world that they keep getting told is a reflection of their
                  own,  but they don’t recognize it. The country they’re in has
                  germinated  as something placid and centered, but they're presented
                  as running  away from that as fast as it can. Furthermore,
                  you get the feeling  that the characters were more than a little
                  bit out of place  before they ever got to Tokyo, and this journey
                  only brought  things to a head. Murray gives a performance
                  that, on the surface,  looks like he’s just barely involved
                  in anything that’s going 
                  on around him. But in the end, he really delivers one of the
                   most honest and powerful portrayals of loneliness that I have
                   ever seen. It takes a lot of courage to put out a movie like this. You’ve 
                  got to have a lot of faith in your audience and expect that 
                  they will be willing to go along for the ride with you. Somehow, 
                  it just isn’t easy to disengage from this movie. You really 
                  feel like you want to sit with these characters, maybe letting 
                  the lights, the music, the conversation, the nonsensical television, 
                  the building-tall projection screen advertisements, the pachinko 
                  and video game parlors just wash all over you. And you hope 
                  that you come out all right on the other side. |  |