It Is Suntory Time

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I shouldn't have gone and read Roger Ebert's Great Movies piece on Sofia Coppola's Lost In Translation, because now I have to watch the movie tonight for the 100th time, and I really ought to watch one of the thousand new movies piled beside my DVD player. Oh well, it can't be helped. When Translation's siren song calls there's no escaping. Choice bit:

"The cinematography by Lance Acord and editing by Sarah Flack make no attempt to underline points or nudge us. It permits us to regard. It is content to allow a moment to complete itself. Acord often frames Charlotte in a big window with Tokyo remotely below. She feels young, alone and exposed. He often shows Bob inscrutably looking straight ahead (not at the camera; not at anything). He feels older, tired, patient, not exposed because he has a surer sense of who he is. That's what I read into the shots. What do you get? When he brings them together they are still apart, and there is more truth in a little finger touching the side of a foot than a sex scene."

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