Written and Directed by Sofia Coppola; Cinematography by Lance Acord; Editing by Sarah Flack. (There are other significant contributors like the production and costume designers, but I'm trying to keep the list streamlined. Complete credits here.) 102 min. 2003.
Lost in Translation makes an excellent case for not including voice-over in a film. The cast is small, the plot is practically nonexistent, and when there's no dialogue, we're usually just watching the two protagonists, Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson) and Bob (Bill Murray), react to their surroundings. Whether they're staring out the window at the Tokyo skyline or tossing and turning in bed, we never get a direct transcript of the thoughts going on in their heads. Initially, the movie seems like the perfect case for having just such a thing. For example: Charlotte gazing out the window. Now imagine there's no music. Instead, we hear Charlotte: "I feel so isolated… I don't know what I'm going to do with John… He and I don't seem to match…"
Alright, that was horribly obvious dialogue that you'd throw out of any screenplay no matter what, but even if you refine it, it's still unnecessary. We don't need to know exactly what Charlotte is thinking because we already get it: she's unhappy. She doesn't know what to do with her life and her marriage is not working out. We already got that in the first few minutes of the film and there's certainly no need to repeat it endlessly. Not only is that a good way to irritate people, but it's a really good way to kill the atmosphere by cluttering up the soundtrack with extraneous dialogue.
I suppose what I'm arguing here is "show, don't tell," but I wouldn't say exactly that. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind has great voice-over, and technically, you could argue that there's no need since it's quite clear that the protagonist is utterly miserable. But, because we actually are tripping around in the protagonist's mind for most of the film, it's perfectly appropriate to hear his thoughts directly. (Besides, he does know when to shut up, but I'll be talking about this film in another post.)
Also, if you notice, there's no direct exposition in Lost in Translation. No character explains the general situation, not even to another character (as a stand-in device for the uninitiated viewer). Everything is inferred from the first few minutes of the film. Bob and Charlotte never even introduce themselves to each other – they just start to talk. Though Bob and Charlotte notice each other in an elevator about 8 minutes into the film, their first conversation is only 25 minutes in. It's a little risky, but they pull it off since those first 25 minutes are put to good use, illustrating the inner-workings of their lives, establishing their basic character traits and the character of Tokyo, which functions as a kind of temporary alternative universe.
Okay that sounded stuffy. Let me explain. What Bob and Charlotte have in common is that they're unhappy in their respective marriages and are stranded in a foreign city where they don't understand the language. Otherwise, they have zero in common. There's also an age difference of about 30 years. In another situation, you might be compelled to say that it's sleazy or inappropriate. You wonder if Charlotte and Bob would have spoken to each other if they had met in the bar of a Manhattan hotel instead of the one in Park Hyatt Tokyo. (I doubt it.) The conditions in Tokyo - the emotional and literal disconnectedness – push them to form a relationship.
There are no grandiose monologues where the human heart is laid bare. Everything is always understated – no one sobs or screams, no matter how miserable or angry they get. Here's an excellent scene of Charlotte and her husband John (Giovanni Ribisi) coming across Kelly (Anna Faris), a friend of his, in the hotel lobby. Watch John and Kelly flirt with each other right in front of Charlotte, supposedly in innocent banter. Not only does the scene perfectly illustrate why Charlotte and John are not successfully matched, but it also conditions the viewer to dislike John and subsequently "forgive" Charlotte for flirting with the idea of committing adultery.
I might be reading a little too much into it, but the scene illustrates the discord, not only in the characters’ interaction but in the casting and costuming as well. Look at Charlotte in comparison with Kelly: They’re practically the same height and build, but Kelly is blonder and dressed in trendier clothing. Plus, she’s wearing red and Charlotte is in gray and light blue. Kelly looks like a flashy-fun-house-mirror-makeover version of Charlotte, visually matching John's hip-photographer-persona much better. Note that in two seconds they establish that John and Kelly have a lot of chemistry, probably more than he and Charlotte have, just as she and Bob have more chemistry.
And, since I mentioned before how disliking John makes us feel "morally indulgent" towards Charlotte, we have the same case with Bob and his wife Lydia, only magnified. Lydia never appears onscreen, but her passive-aggressive presence menaces Bob with middle-of-the-night faxes and the occasional phone call. Clearly, Bob is not the perfect husband or father, but Lydia's antagonism makes us side with him – even when he actually cheats on her with a lounge singer. Our response is, "Well, can you blame the guy?" when Lydia must have her own point of view. (I couldn't find a certain scene, so when you watch the movie, pay special attention to their phone conversation while Bob's in the jacuzzi. He's sending an S.O.S. and she basically tells him to stop whining.)
I wanted to say a couple hundred other things, but I know I have to wrap up, so here are a few more points to think about:
Not a travelogue. Exploits the beauty and strangeness of Tokyo (and Kyoto) to foreign eyes. The medley of sound and vision, the accumulation of scenes, the little details, build up to a general impression of the surroundings, rather than perfectly choreographed images of Japanese culture. It feels like you've been wandering around and happened to catch special glimpses of certain things. (Although it was probably far more orchestrated than that, but overall the impression is natural.)
Loose structure. We know the complications right from the beginning. Not much "happens." There are no surprises. The climax is in the final minutes of the film and a moment later the film is over. No pyrotechnics.
Dodging the ultimate cliché. Appropriately, the last conversation is “lost” but also – what can you say at this point that won’t be a terrible cliché? "I love you"? "I'll never forget you"? The emotion on their faces is enough. We don't need to know exactly what they said.
An open ending with closure. What has been resolved by the end of the film? Bob and Charlotte are still in unhappy marriages and now they've had to say goodbye to the one person they've been able to connect with lately. Do we feel for them? Yes. Are we devastated? No. Do we want them to ditch their respective spouses so they can be together? Personally, I don't want them to. I don't think their relationship would work outside of the temporary comfort zone in Tokyo, but their time together certainly gave them some kind of emotional boost. It's bittersweet instead of sickeningly sweet or heartbreakingly bleak. (Sorry for the tongue twister.) The point is – the movie is well-constructed, so the ending feels just right, not like it doesn't know how the hell to end the damn thing.
And there we go.
Next week… Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Lost in Translation makes an excellent case for not including voice-over in a film. The cast is small, the plot is practically nonexistent, and when there's no dialogue, we're usually just watching the two protagonists, Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson) and Bob (Bill Murray), react to their surroundings. Whether they're staring out the window at the Tokyo skyline or tossing and turning in bed, we never get a direct transcript of the thoughts going on in their heads. Initially, the movie seems like the perfect case for having just such a thing. For example: Charlotte gazing out the window. Now imagine there's no music. Instead, we hear Charlotte: "I feel so isolated… I don't know what I'm going to do with John… He and I don't seem to match…"
Alright, that was horribly obvious dialogue that you'd throw out of any screenplay no matter what, but even if you refine it, it's still unnecessary. We don't need to know exactly what Charlotte is thinking because we already get it: she's unhappy. She doesn't know what to do with her life and her marriage is not working out. We already got that in the first few minutes of the film and there's certainly no need to repeat it endlessly. Not only is that a good way to irritate people, but it's a really good way to kill the atmosphere by cluttering up the soundtrack with extraneous dialogue.
I suppose what I'm arguing here is "show, don't tell," but I wouldn't say exactly that. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind has great voice-over, and technically, you could argue that there's no need since it's quite clear that the protagonist is utterly miserable. But, because we actually are tripping around in the protagonist's mind for most of the film, it's perfectly appropriate to hear his thoughts directly. (Besides, he does know when to shut up, but I'll be talking about this film in another post.)
Also, if you notice, there's no direct exposition in Lost in Translation. No character explains the general situation, not even to another character (as a stand-in device for the uninitiated viewer). Everything is inferred from the first few minutes of the film. Bob and Charlotte never even introduce themselves to each other – they just start to talk. Though Bob and Charlotte notice each other in an elevator about 8 minutes into the film, their first conversation is only 25 minutes in. It's a little risky, but they pull it off since those first 25 minutes are put to good use, illustrating the inner-workings of their lives, establishing their basic character traits and the character of Tokyo, which functions as a kind of temporary alternative universe.
Okay that sounded stuffy. Let me explain. What Bob and Charlotte have in common is that they're unhappy in their respective marriages and are stranded in a foreign city where they don't understand the language. Otherwise, they have zero in common. There's also an age difference of about 30 years. In another situation, you might be compelled to say that it's sleazy or inappropriate. You wonder if Charlotte and Bob would have spoken to each other if they had met in the bar of a Manhattan hotel instead of the one in Park Hyatt Tokyo. (I doubt it.) The conditions in Tokyo - the emotional and literal disconnectedness – push them to form a relationship.
There are no grandiose monologues where the human heart is laid bare. Everything is always understated – no one sobs or screams, no matter how miserable or angry they get. Here's an excellent scene of Charlotte and her husband John (Giovanni Ribisi) coming across Kelly (Anna Faris), a friend of his, in the hotel lobby. Watch John and Kelly flirt with each other right in front of Charlotte, supposedly in innocent banter. Not only does the scene perfectly illustrate why Charlotte and John are not successfully matched, but it also conditions the viewer to dislike John and subsequently "forgive" Charlotte for flirting with the idea of committing adultery.
I might be reading a little too much into it, but the scene illustrates the discord, not only in the characters’ interaction but in the casting and costuming as well. Look at Charlotte in comparison with Kelly: They’re practically the same height and build, but Kelly is blonder and dressed in trendier clothing. Plus, she’s wearing red and Charlotte is in gray and light blue. Kelly looks like a flashy-fun-house-mirror-makeover version of Charlotte, visually matching John's hip-photographer-persona much better. Note that in two seconds they establish that John and Kelly have a lot of chemistry, probably more than he and Charlotte have, just as she and Bob have more chemistry.
And, since I mentioned before how disliking John makes us feel "morally indulgent" towards Charlotte, we have the same case with Bob and his wife Lydia, only magnified. Lydia never appears onscreen, but her passive-aggressive presence menaces Bob with middle-of-the-night faxes and the occasional phone call. Clearly, Bob is not the perfect husband or father, but Lydia's antagonism makes us side with him – even when he actually cheats on her with a lounge singer. Our response is, "Well, can you blame the guy?" when Lydia must have her own point of view. (I couldn't find a certain scene, so when you watch the movie, pay special attention to their phone conversation while Bob's in the jacuzzi. He's sending an S.O.S. and she basically tells him to stop whining.)
I wanted to say a couple hundred other things, but I know I have to wrap up, so here are a few more points to think about:
Not a travelogue. Exploits the beauty and strangeness of Tokyo (and Kyoto) to foreign eyes. The medley of sound and vision, the accumulation of scenes, the little details, build up to a general impression of the surroundings, rather than perfectly choreographed images of Japanese culture. It feels like you've been wandering around and happened to catch special glimpses of certain things. (Although it was probably far more orchestrated than that, but overall the impression is natural.)
Loose structure. We know the complications right from the beginning. Not much "happens." There are no surprises. The climax is in the final minutes of the film and a moment later the film is over. No pyrotechnics.
Dodging the ultimate cliché. Appropriately, the last conversation is “lost” but also – what can you say at this point that won’t be a terrible cliché? "I love you"? "I'll never forget you"? The emotion on their faces is enough. We don't need to know exactly what they said.
An open ending with closure. What has been resolved by the end of the film? Bob and Charlotte are still in unhappy marriages and now they've had to say goodbye to the one person they've been able to connect with lately. Do we feel for them? Yes. Are we devastated? No. Do we want them to ditch their respective spouses so they can be together? Personally, I don't want them to. I don't think their relationship would work outside of the temporary comfort zone in Tokyo, but their time together certainly gave them some kind of emotional boost. It's bittersweet instead of sickeningly sweet or heartbreakingly bleak. (Sorry for the tongue twister.) The point is – the movie is well-constructed, so the ending feels just right, not like it doesn't know how the hell to end the damn thing.
And there we go.
Next week… Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.



