I saw Lost in Translation again some two weeks ago, my second time to watch it since seeing it 15 years ago. It was a brilliant movie, the story was well put together and the main actors, Billy Murray and Scarlett Johansson, were at their best elements.
Movie poster from Wikipedia
I had a different opinion though in 2003. Sure, I found some scenes intelligently funny but I thought the movie in its entirety was boring. However there was something about Lost in Translation that was quite hard to forget. Somehow, I knew the story was special but I could not fully comprehend what it was about, maybe because I was just 23 years old that time. In some way, it had little sparks of emotion that, though palpable, were rather hard for me to identify with.
Who can blame me, I was fresh out of college and I have never really had much experience when it comes to love and relationships, except for parental love, so I could not relate.
I felt the movie tackled a topic that was too mature for me at that time. So I made a resolve to see the movie again, not soon but years later. I was glad I did because I more than appreciated the beautiful story of Lost in Translation.
The second time I saw lost in translation, the emotions were very real. The situations were completely relatable. Have I matured that much?
It was a movie that revolved much about authenticity. Life is not ideal; it is sweet but it also has its fair share of bitter memories. Happy endings are not always what we envision them to be. A chapter in our lives may leave us hurt but it’s up to us to choose whether we would wallow in sorrow or move on and look at the brighter side of life.
Lost in Translation is also a reminder that life is a journey full of adventures. Somewhere along the way, we become lost. We begin to question things and situations because they are just so hard to comprehend. Answers do not come straightforward.
Then again, at some point in our lives, we meet people who would help us pull through our tribulations, not necessarily a love interest, but true friends. These are the friends who took us for adventure rides, who influenced us, or who left indelible marks in our memories. Some may depart, some stay, but they remain completely part of who we are right now and what we have become.
Of course, nothing compares to the joy of finally meeting that one person whom we will marry, spend the rest of our days with, and help us make life a lot more bearable.
Watching the movie was also a trip back in time. It was early 2000, the influence of the great 90s was still very apparent. It was still a time when the norm was to go out with your friends for drinks over karaoke and have a completely good time. No distractions, no smartphones, no endless photographs, and no selfies and groufies. I don’t smoke but, back then, it was completely fine to smoke outside as well as inside bars. You will not be judged nor be given discomforting stares when you indulge in a cigarette.
Anyway, Lost in Translation is one of the best stories I have seen. It was a generally happy movie, full of quirks, with an unconventional ending. I still think it was a happy ending, the chance encounter between the main protagonists and the joyful memories that they shared revitalized their spirits, giving them renewed vigor to face their individual troubles.
In the end, the movie tells us that life does not always happen the way we wanted it to and that is perfectly fine. We move on and we remain completely whole.
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Disclaimer: except for the movie poster, none of the images in this post were from the movie. These are free stock photos from pexels.com and pixabay.com.
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