Had to go back and modify the Top 13 Flicks of 2003 list as I finally got out to see Lost in Translation. I think moviedom has a new “big secret” plot point to quibble over. The whisper between Bob and Charlotte at the end should go down in history as being at least as intriguing as the contents of Marcus Wallace’s suitcase in Pulp Fiction.
Anyway, like I said in my mini-review in the list, you probably have to be in just the right mood to really dig this flick. Contrary to Leaving Las Vegas though, this is a film I can watch over and over again. It’s painful, but in a gentle sort of empty way. Very mellow, very realistic and totally engrossing. Now, dammit, I have to hie myself to the video store for the first time since Fight Club was released on VHS before DVD and check out The Virgin Suicides. If it’s half so good, Sofia Coppola’s a genius.
If you don’t walk out of this flick determined to catch the next plane to Tokyo then you’ve got no soul, man. No soul at all.
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