watching " Lost in Translation " alone at 10 o'clock. I like its original name more than this too simple Chinese translation.
Lost in translation.
Before watching, I was prepared for depression, but at the end, I relaxed and suddenly became clear.
The two necessary stages of life are full of boredom, fear, alienation and anxiety.
Two lost souls meet in Tokyo, creating a strange firework.
Fiery love, sensible desire, and other things.
The stimulation of understanding, dependence and derailment watered the dry life and bloomed beautiful transparent flowers. They can't be seen or touched, they only grow quietly in the middle of the night when people are tossing and turning.
As a result, the memory is no longer under pressure, but persistently occupy a corner of the cerebral cortex.
I always laugh when I see Mr. Harris. This middle-aged crisis lacks enthusiasm, but is eager and anxious. His embarrassment is very interesting, but his situation is embarrassing.
There is a section that I feel quite touched. That night, Tower stuffed a note into Charlotte's door, which said, Are you awake. So Charlotte laughed.
They used wooden boxes in the room to drink alcohol, watch TV, and lay in bed to appeal their bad situation.
When he finally closed his eyes while stroking her injured toe, he suddenly thought of Takeshi Kaneshiro in "Chongqing Forest" with a tie and carefully polishing Lin Qingxia's high heels.
Everything goes beyond the most mundane appearance of love at this time, and reaches the most simple essence.
Or I am superficial, the love between them is far more than just love.
The wrong relationship happened at the wrong time. They caught each other in the torrent of bleak time, but they had to let go. This was supposed to be a drama full of confusion, loss and regret.
But when they reunited on the streets of Tokyo at the end, they hugged, smiled, and then turned around to draw a rest.
They leave this love to Tokyo and inject meager courage into their continued life.
Also left, there is the sentence that only the two of them are clearest. And we don't want it to be a farewell.
We are always looking for food, constantly awake at night, constantly escaping from reality but being abandoned by new life. The more busy the traffic, the easier it is to get lost.
But after all, these are just episodes or crossroads.
The next night you can't sleep, "Lost in Tokyo" may be an outlet.
B. Charlotte & Scarlett Johansson
I never conceal Scarlett Johansson's preference. It originated from "The Girl with a Pearl Earring".
Sure enough, his interpretation of Charlotte did not disappoint me.
She sat lonely on the window sill in the middle of the night and early morning and looked down at the rushing city.
She said on the phone that everything was fine but cried silently.
The CD she carried with her said, Exploring the soul and discovering the true self.
She studies philosophy.
She loves her husband.
Also, from this moment on, she will miss Mr. Harrison.
There are too many moving little details that can't be captured, but sporadically shining with her lonely, contradictory, and introspective beauty.
In addition to these, there are also the blurred warm smile after drunk and the appearance of singing KTV in a pink wig, really cute.
C. About OST
merged by coincidence with unexpected surprises.
In the original soundtrack, Air’s Alone in Kyoto actually appeared in an Air album that I had accidentally bought.
At 4 minutes and 50 seconds, I fell asleep in the single loop late at night.
The voice of loneliness is like a sea tide, but it is not heavy and depressing. It appeared on the way from Charlotte to Kyoto, and it also appeared in my dream.
It is worth mentioning that the author of the original soundtrack is Kelvin Sheilds of shoegazing/dreampop group My bloody valentine.
And at the end of Just like honey from Jesus & Mary chains, I heard some faint urge to cry at the end.
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