Lost in Translation is one of my favorite movies. After watching the film, I did some research and found out that so many people love it. I was seemingly experiencing same situation somehow in reality so I was affected and exceptionally moved. "Lost in Translation is warm, personal, acutely observed, perfectly made, and holds deeper implications outside of its existence as a film."
Here is the storyline: Bob Harris is an American film actor, far past his prime. He visits Tokyo to appear in commercials, and he meets Charlotte, the young wife of a visiting photographer. Bored and weary, Bob and Charlotte make ideal if improbable traveling companions. Charlotte is looking for "her place in life," and Bob is tolerating a mediocre stateside marriage. Both separately and together, they live the experience of the American in Tokyo. Bob and Charlotte suffer both confusion and hilarity due to the cultural and language differences between themselves and the Japanese. As the relationship between Bob and Charlotte deepens, they come to the realization that their visits to Japan, and one another, must soon end.
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"What makes Bob and Charlotte’s relationship unique is how they proceed with such tranquil solidarity and good intention. He’s a fifty something and she is a twenty something. He could easily navigate his way to a sexual confrontation, but he never does. He is obviously attracted to her, but his age, experience and good nature guide his actions through to the end of the film. He never crosses the line because the substantive aspects of their short lived, shared experience trump the less meaningful presence of mere lust. So, the two of them take off together into long, spontaneous, karaoke induced nights to experience, converse, share, connect and to laugh. After a long conversation while lying on Harris’ bed (a scene that perfectly captures the aforementioned assessment), he begins to sense her fear and her fleeting optimism. He knows that she’s smart enough to endure what the future holds, but senses her hesitation and her suffocation by the element of the unknown".