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I just returned from seeing Lost in Translation. The drive home was delightfully distended as I tried to keep my head above water in the backwash of the film.
Rarely have I seen a more pure expression of the essence of cinema. There are tons of more ambitious films, more relevant films, more complex films. But Lost in Translation does what it sets out to do, to tell an abortive almost-love story, with an economy that would be hard to match.
The intensity of my experience had as much to do with what led to my seeing the film opening night -- here in Tucson, anyway -- by myself.
( Read my fiendishly autobiographical 'review,' in which I tell the story of how I got to know Kim and make an embarrassing Cure-related confession )
Rarely have I seen a more pure expression of the essence of cinema. There are tons of more ambitious films, more relevant films, more complex films. But Lost in Translation does what it sets out to do, to tell an abortive almost-love story, with an economy that would be hard to match.
The intensity of my experience had as much to do with what led to my seeing the film opening night -- here in Tucson, anyway -- by myself.
( Read my fiendishly autobiographical 'review,' in which I tell the story of how I got to know Kim and make an embarrassing Cure-related confession )