Lost in Translation

Bob Harris (Murray) and Charlotte (Johansson), two Americans in Tokyo. Bob is a film star who is going to shoot a commercial for a whisky brand, Charlotte is a young woman who stumbles along behind her workaholic husband, a fashionable photographer (Ribisi). Both are plagued by insomnia and that’s how they meet in a bar in their five-star hotel. Their encounter leads to a surprising friendship and memorable excursions into the Japanese megalopolis so incomprehensible to them. Coppola reveals herself to be a master in evoking the at-best bittersweet and dreamy feelings of alienation that a city in a different time zone can evoke. Murray plays the role of his life; no one else could combine hilarious sketches with undercooled melancholy and pathos the way he does. As alter ego of the director, Johansson suggests in an unobtrusive way the personal doubts and choices of an intelligent, gifted person during a lull in life. Sofia Coppola: `I wanted to make something about my impressions of being in Tokyo, and something romantic, about marriage and becoming an adult and the things I was thinking about. We tried to be discrete, with a small camera and no lighting, using the people on the streets as extras. The movie is filled with the things I love about that city and being a foreigner there, and the miscommunications between people.’