Since
I have another half an hour to go before I head home to pack, I decided not to start on any new work and blog instead :)
(Nat! I'm hooked! How?! It's cos of your birthday present!)
Anyway, a couple of us caught Lost in Translation last Friday. I had read about it a while back in the NYTimes, and it had a pretty good review, which was why I was eager to see it.
It was not bad, but I'm not sure why it was nominated for Best Picture. It just didn't seem to be good enough for that honour. There were some funny scenes ("Lip my stockings!") and some touching scenes but all in all the movie felt really jerky and could do with better editing. The story just didn't seem to flow very well.
Having said that, I think Bill Murray, nominated for Best Actor, did his best work ever. His character had this aura of weariness and passive despair and throughout the whole movie I just didn't get the sense that Bill Murray was acting; I felt he really was world-weary.
My favourite part of the movie (besides the hooker scene) was when Bob whispered into Charlotte's ear in the end. I would love to know what he said but I think the whole point is for the audience to put their own spin on it. The last part of the movie was what redeemed it for me, because in some way it humanised the film. Otherwise it would just have been a meaningless tale of two strangers meeting up in a strange city, that attempted to poke a little fun at the inhabitants of that city.
Posted by scrabbyfoo at March 2, 2004 03:05 PM