Lost in mine own Space

Last night I watched Lost in Translation and was transported to a place of beauty in thought and vision. The sensitivity expressed in quiet longing and discontent and the beauty of love found in a brief connection was for me expressed with amazing artistic attention to detail. Bill Murray I love you as always. Sophia Coppola, I would hate you if I didn't admire your work so much. I loved the The Virgin Suicides and believe that she has managed to out-do herself with Lost in Translation. I look forward to her next film with much anticipation. The line expressed by Bob (Bill Murray) regarding children was refreshing in its honesty. Once you have children your life as you knew it is forever changed (the exact wording has left my head but that was the gist of it). It reminds me of another movie I love so much The Anniversary Party where Sophia (Phoebe Cates) is laying on the floor talking to Sally (Jennifer Jason Leigh) about children and she says that once you have children you lose the choice to not live (again, not the exact line). In The Anniversary Party, you see Sophia interacting with her children and you realize that ultimately she is engaged in the wonder them. Bob also goes on to say that when they grow and learn to walk and talk, they are the most enchanting people you ever get to meet.

I found with the birth of my son that I was transported into a world completely foreign to my notions of what life is, specifically my life. It didn't change the fact that I am me and that I still grapple with all the questions surrounding my personal journey but it did change the way in which was forced to live in that I was no longer able to express myself in the same ways as my responsibility levels had changed considerably (suddenly for the first time I HAD responsibility beyond myself). However, it allowed me to realize the full capacity that I had to love and every day I journey in my own world and through his world and engage in life in completely different ways. He is a source of constant amazement to me even now nine years after I fell so deeply in love as he was placed on my chest for the very first time.

Lost in Translation was, of course, not a movie about children but rather a delicate romance between two souls, each coming from different perspectives, both lost, one unable to find her place in the world, the other jaded by his place in the world. For me it was one of those lovely movies which click your brain and leaves you gently in thought. I suppose I related to both these characters on some sort of level. I still don't know my place in the world and at the same time fight off the jaded notion that where I am is not where I want to be. Now if only I was in a luxury hotel suite in Toyko rather than a cramped space in Edmonton.

I rate this movie a 4/5.