Lost in Translation (review)
We went to see the movie
Lost in Translation.
Why is it that nowhere I looked was I to find a note that this is not
an adaptation of Nicole Mones's 1999 book
Lost in Translation?
That shouldn't put off anybody, however, at least not
until the book is made into a movie of its own.
This is a film which has "awards nominee" written
all over it, from the understated acting of Bill Murray and Scarlett
Johansson, to the phantasmagorial cinematography of Tokyo and, briefly, Kyoto,
to the scriptwriting and directing of Sofia Coppola. She achieves a
blend of humor and pathos exquisitely balanced, like a Japanese pickle both
sour and salty, and hints at the characters' depths with light touches
of dialogue here or gesture there. It's the kind of thing which I think
gets better if you watch it more than once, and I'm looking forward to the
DVD edition where I hope to be spoiled with all sorts of extras.
I wonder how it will play in Japan when it is
distributed there. But this mostly-disembodied Tokyo is not supposed to be
the real-life Tokyo any more than
Chinatown was Chinatown
or Nashville was Nashville.
The art is in the selection and hightening of impressions.
Recommended