Still hopelessly Lost in Translation

Last night, S and I decided to park it under the air conditioner and enjoy a movie in. After searching our DVD collection, we settled on the dreamy and divine Lost in Translation.

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Now, I've documented my appreciation of Sofia Coppola here before, but watching this movie for the first time in a few years made me want to officially join her fan club. Every shot should be framed and hung on a wall. Coppola's distinct style permeates every moment of this movie and it's in a word: delightful.

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The hazy, dream-like images, movement and color help the viewer experience a pleasantly discombobulating case of jet lag right along with the movie's characters.

Did I mention Bill Murray is still my favorite?

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As Bill whispers into Scarlett's ear, the harshness of Tokyo's crowded, fast-paced, neon lit world melts into something softer and much more charming. I'm desperate to visit.

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