Lost in Translation (2003)

Two Americans who have become passive players in their own destiny rediscover themselves in Japan. Bob Harris, a has-been actor, relegated to shrilling whiskey in Japan has been on auto-pilot for years. Bob is struggling with the realization he's no longer relevant. Young newly-wed Charlotte (Scarlett Johannson) has been abandoned by her photographer husband (Giovanni Ribisi). The two unlikely tourist find comfort in each other's company, if only for a few days.

Lost in Translation is an understated gem from writer/director Sofia Coppola. This gently nuanced film owes much of it's flavor to stunning performances by Murray and Johannson.
Murray, played against type, is a forlorn shell of what was. Time has passed. He is old and inadequate in his world. Murray plays an exceptionally sad man well. In contrast, but equally fascinating, is Johannson. Her Charlotte is a listless, philosophy major who's been demoralized by her circumstances.

Set amid the yin/yang of modern, industrial Japan and the history of the country, Lost in Translation reflects our characters on an subliminal level. Companionship for these two begins on a basic level--the ability to communicate. Surrounded by an assault of the senses and yet lost in translation, the two are destined for each other despite the barriers.

Lost in Translation is undeniably arty with exquisite cinematography that contrasts the aforementioned parts of the city. Combined with an unusual indie soundtrack, the film does have an odd vibe. But Coppola justifies her end result beautifully.

As I see it, Lost in Translation is a pitch-perfect contemporary drama. The film delivers to those willing to be still.