Lost in Translation captures the boredom and exhilaration of living abroad. In the morning, you visit an ancient temple. In the afternoon, you drink in the hotel bar because you can’t imagine another way to pass the hours until dinner. The natives have their routines, and their families, and their jobs, and you realize that, even in Tokyo, it’s impossible to fill your day when you live outside the fabric of a city’s real life.
When I spent a summer in Madrid, Sundays were impossible. The Spaniards had Masses to attend and family to dine with and talk to all afternoon, but foreigners wandered the city trying to find a café that would allow then to linger for a few hours.
In Sofia Coppola’s film, the mismatched pair of John Harris and Charlotte makes sense not just because they are both uneasy in their own marriages, but also because strange alliances are formed when you find yourself in a society in which you play no part.
Lost in Translation will be released on DVD February 3rd.
Originally posted on A Frolic of My Own.