Noah Harris50
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joined Mar 2007
Finally, after months of waiting, I actually sat down to watch Lost in Translation. I went in totally blind—I hate reading reviews before seeing a movie—but it was impossible to ignore the hype. Every major magazine and newspaper here in the States was handing out perfect six-star ratings. It’s been nominated for an Oscar, everyone from critics to random people is raving about it, and even my friends were relentless: "When are you finally going to watch Lost in Translation? You're going to love it!"
So, I headed to the theater in a great mood, ready to spend the evening with a masterpiece from my favorite, Sofia Coppola (The Virgin Suicides really stuck with me).
The result? A total letdown. All that anticipation just deflated, and walking out of the theater, I felt completely drained. I honestly wondered if something was wrong with my brain since I was the only one who didn't "get" it. I didn't find anything spectacular or even noteworthy, and I couldn't figure out why the audience around me was giggling at every other scene.
The movie tries to balance drama and comedy. Let's talk about the comedy first. Honestly, I think even Woody Allen's worst flicks are funnier than this. It feels like it was made for kids or maybe a drunk crowd. How is anyone supposed to laugh at the scene where Bill Murray is on that elliptical thing in the gym? And who finds it funny watching someone struggle to translate twenty Japanese phrases into one English sentence? Plus, did we really need to be slapped in the face with three full karaoke songs? I thought I was going to die of boredom. The whole "humor" relies on cultural differences (or basically just making fun of Japan), which just wasn't funny to me.
As for the drama? There isn't any. None of the characters actually grow, and their story goes nowhere. And love? There's no real romance building here; it's just two lonely people finding a connection because they're stuck in a foreign city surrounded by strangers. These people are just so incredibly dull—they can't even entertain themselves in a massive place like Tokyo. You've got Bill, just exhausted by life, his family, and himself, and her, a spoiled brat with no direction. All we get is a bunch of nightlife scenes that are just as tedious.
Look, Bill Murray was great, no arguments there. She was okay too, though after her killer performance in The Man Who Wasn't There, I expected more. She started feeling repetitive and annoying. Just like the movie itself. Giovanni Ribisi looks like he just borrowed his sister's role (or maybe some actors just have one gear?). And Anna Faris, with her three Scary Movie credits, wasn't much better.
It's a mediocre film. Fine for a boring Wednesday night at home with some popcorn, but it doesn't deserve the five-star reviews or the award nominations. Compared to Lost in Translation, The Virgin Suicides is a much stronger contender for any awards. That movie actually hooked me with its unique story, irresistible melancholy, beautiful nostalgia, perfect soundtrack, stunning cinematography, and atmosphere.
I'm just disappointed. I really wish I could be part of the crowd cheering for this, but... nope.