I have trouble with favorites. I’ve never really had a favorite color, though for a while I said it was orange because that’s my dad’s favorite color, and now I say it’s blue. I don’t have a favorite book, though Mrs. Dalloway is the first book that made me think, “Literature can be like this?” with awed delight; Little Women is the most nostalgic; and Eleanor and Park is practically perfect in every way. It’s like picking a favorite child (which I was, by the way. Ask Mom, Amy).
But my favorite movie? It’s this:
Have you seen Lost in Translation?
It’s a quiet movie. There’s little dialogue, and little ‘happens’ plot-wise. Even the nature of the main characters’ relationship is ambiguous; Bill Murray famously whispers something into Scarlett Johansson’s ear at the end of the movie, and only they know what he said (which bothers the Internet, of course).
Because of its subtlety, it’s difficult to categorize Lost in Translation. It’s about loneliness, and being stuck, and kindred spirits, and it’s about Tokyo.
I think the fact that I can hardly tell you what it’s about is what I like about Lost in Translation.
Can you keep a secret? I’m trying to organize a prison break. I’m looking for, like, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?
I’m in. I’ll go pack my stuff.
I hope that you’ve had enough to drink. It’s going to take courage.
What’s your favorite movie? What do you like about it?