Lost in Translation
this is the ultimate of "no thoughts, head empty, and just vibes" masterpiece, but in the most heartbreakingly beautiful way possible. if you’ve ever felt like a ghost in your own life, this movie was going to hit you like a truck.
okay, the first 10 minutes? i was literally just staring at the screen like, "is anything going to happen?" and then i realized, that’s the whole point. the movie opens with bill Murray looking dead inside in the back of a taxi, staring at the neon lights of tokyo. it feels like that weird, 3:00 am jet-lagged feeling where everything is blurry and the world feels too loud but you’re too tired to care. then you see scarlett johansson just sitting by a window in her undies, looking out at the city, and you just know this film is about to be a massive "yearning" session.
my first thought was: "this looks exactly like a cinematic version of a shoegaze album cover." the colors are muted but then warm, the pacing was slow as heck, and it feels incredibly private. it’s not a movie you watch with a rowdy group of friends; it’s a movie you watch alone under a blanket when you’re questioning your entire existence.
this flm is for the "outsiders." it’s for people who love city lights, and deep conversations with strangers you'll never see again.