I saw Lost in Translation for the first time in tenth grade. It's weird how I forgot a lot about the movies that I enjoyed so much just a few years ago. I wonder if it's because a lot has happened in the last four years; seeing these movies again has led me to different conclusions, different musings, but altogether connected to that same emotional riff from the original viewing. I think it's because my emotions in highschool were so raw and inarticulate. I was just learning how to cultivate my emotions into expression. My emotional response, too, was often very extreme and demanding (Million Dollar Baby). In watching Lost in Translation again, I found myself digging deeper, noticing new things, full bloom. The ending wrecks me, still. Like ebert said, we don't deserve to know what Bob says to Charlotte; that's their story. His smile when he walks away says more than any word, any bold statement. I can't remember who said that the song at the end was the most effective conclusion to a movie of all time, but god damnit it works. All of this is an attempt to get some words down before I start the paper on previously said film; I've had about 48 hours now to chew on it, and I'm more and more looking forward to writing it. Trouble in Paradise is good, but I appreciate how the silences say more than the dialogue in Lost in Translation.
Also, just got done watching Intolerable Cruelty, which was a really big surprise. Slowly notching off the Coen filmography. Miller's Crossing was a bore.
More words need to be devoted to the movie-endings. Sometimes I can feel my heart reach out.
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