Sofia coppola wrote this movie inspired by a trip to Tokyo. She was walking alone on the bustling and crowded streets of Tokyo, and she looked up and saw the brad pitt on the billboard advertising a certain Japanese coffee. Everything seems so familiar, but in a strange language and strange environment, sofia feels like she's lost. Lost in Tokyo was born from this.
Although filmed in one of the most densely populated cities in the world, this is a two-person movie. Bill played an outdated actor. Due to translation problems, he felt lost in translation; the only conversation with his wife was the carpet, when he was lying in the huge bathtub looking at the various carpet samples sent from the United States , He felt lost in life.
Scarlett plays a newly-married college graduate. Her husband works every day. She can only sit by the window every day, looking at the crowds, and listening to CDs explaining how to find goals in life.
Two lonely hearts met by chance, there was no enthusiasm collision, there was no hitting sight, only the faint sentence: Oh, so you are here. In the city that never sleeps here, they all have insomnia. Going to the pub with friends, she wears a pink wig, leaning on his shoulders, looking at the noisy, crowded, and excited crowd. At this time, the closeness of the two has nothing to do with culture, language, but only the soul. . They are lonely, unable to communicate, and unable to blend in, whether they are in a foreign country or in a familiar environment with familiar people. They found each other in ultimate loneliness. They met, without knowing each other, and soon went away. Although we are all travelers in each other's lives, I wish you a good journey. At the end, Bill was on his way to the airport and saw scarlett hovering on the street. He walked over and said something gently in her ear, and then they continued their lonely journey. They never knew each other, and will never know each other. Not anymore. Sofia didn't tell us what he said, but it didn't matter anymore.
Loneliness, insomnia, and cultural shock can all describe this literary essay. I think the most appropriate word is existential ennui. I don't understand what Sartre talked about in that book. He used existential ennui to prove life is worthless, and I couldn't understand and agree with it. But with regard to boredom of life, psychological unhappiness is indeed practical and true to us. We are bored with everythingness and nothingness.
I went to Hong Kong for the first time. It was a coincidence that I ran into two boys on the train from Wuhan to Shenzhen. They walked around Victoria Bay, took pictures and ate together and went home. The second time, it was also in Hong Kong, and there were also busy people everywhere. In the 6 hours between the exam and leaving, I ran alone to the narrow streets of old Hong Kong, the authentic market district. Last time I didn't feel how big Hong Kong is, but this time I really felt that I was so small. It turns out that it is not because of the difference in language, nor the difference in culture. Moreover, we are all separate people. We meet occasionally, but we are always lonely. So the night I got home, I re-watched Lost Tokyo again.
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