You know when you're talking to someone you think is like totally happening in a far out way and they ask if you've seen their favourite movie and you lie and say you seen "parts of it" because you don't want to seem like a total pop culture pariah? Yeah, we do too - and we hate ourselves for it! That's why we're vowing to watch at least one movie we've put off, ignored, rejected or just plain-out forgot about every week from now on. Join us as recount the popping of our cinematic cherries, complete with awkward, over-analytical details!
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LOST IN TRANSLATION
DATE RELEASED: October 3, 2003
DATE ACTUALLY WATCHED: January 15, 2011
WHY NOW? Because every time I see a preview for Somewhere, I want to declare my undying love for Sofia Coppola. But then I realize that statement is totally lame and unjustified coming from a girl who has only really seen The Virgin Suicides...but remains uncomfortably obsessed with it. Hey, Trip Fontaine is a stone fox!
WHY NOT THEN? My mom said it sucked - or so I remember (she denies saying this now). I've since learned (through heated debates about Sofia's one-time bf, Quentin Tarantino, who I love and she loathes) that, with the exception of our mutual appreciation of old lady faves, Brit rom coms and melodramatically heartfelt Oscar bait, we couldn't be on further ends of the cinematic spectrum.
EXPECTATIONS:
- Bill Murray being more brilliantly bittersweet and biting than ever.
- ScarJo looking like a super kawaii, wig-wearing Enid Coleslaw.
- Dreamy yet detailed cinematography.
- Minimalistic hotel rooms.
- Perfectly timed awkward silences.
- A epic ending (or so I've read 100 times over).
- Bill Murray being brilliant, bittersweet, biting and bumbly sexy.
- ScarJo actually being totally relatable and lovely - both in looks and attitude.
- Dreamy and detailed cinematography which puts windows and florescent reflections to seriously sweet work.
- Dryly hilarious riffs on Roger Moore, the Rat Pack and their relation to Japanese whiskey.
- Minimalistic hotel rooms AND sweet private karaoke suites!
- A sprawling and sublimely sweet soundtrack, filled with Air and Phoenix tunes. Naturally.
- Perfectly timed awkward silences (and careful whispers).
- An epically up-to-your-own-interpretation ending.
- An innocent and appropriately framed relationship between a past-prime actor and a seemingly aimless 20-something.
- A instant and overwhelming desire to aimlessly roam around Tokyo with a muddled conscious and a clear plastic umbrella.
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