I love Lost In Translation. I can remember almost every detail of the night I first watched it. It was a Sunday, about 1:00am and I lay in bed, sleepless, restless and there was nothing else on. I flicked Film4 on and there it was. I had missed the first 30 minutes or so but was still immediately captivated by it. I went to HMV the next day after college to see how much it was. It was £10 and however much I longed to see it in full, I couldn't part with that much on one DVD. I went home defeated but went into 'CEX' the next day and it was £2. I watched it in full and was so chuffed when it turned out to be everything I thought it would and more.
This was in June I think and I hadn't seen it since then until one Sunday night in mid September. I put it in, hoping for the same reaction I gave the first time I watched it. I was moved again, but this time I felt a crippling loneliness overcome me. It lasted for a few days. I had to watch Scarlett Johansson singing 'Brass In Pocket' every day for about a week afterwards.
Just a few moments ago I realised how brilliant the above picture is; It's Scarlett Johansson, in rain, in Japan. I can only hope she's listening to Belle & Sebastian on her ipod and got wireless earphones, then the dream will be complete.
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