Ah, as this marks my inaugural delve into writing about cinema, I’ve opted for the cautious route. Choosing to analyze such a profoundly lauded film is simple, as it encompasses myriad themes—midlife crises, desolation, and more. However, rather than adopt the conventional tone of a film critic, I prefer to delve into the experiential journey of watching the movie.
My first encounter with Lost in Translation occurred during my undergraduate days, when the influence of social media was minimal, and life unfolded leisurely. I found myself captivated by the themes it explored. Back then, my personal lens colored my perceptions. Rather than seeing myself in Bob Harris, the waning movie star, I was preoccupied with navigating my journey of belonging. For instance, when he recalls the birth of his child as an extremely daunting experience, I couldn’t relate to him.
On the other hand, I could connect more with Charlotte’s character, a woman in her early twenties, newlywed, grappling with life’s complexities. The movie’s tagline, ‘Everyone wants to be found’ mirrored my sentiments at that age. I yearned for recognition, yet I felt invisible. Despite my deep love for books and movies, melancholy lingered throughout my teenage years just like the central characters. Reflecting now, I ponder whether Charlotte and Bob would ever cross paths in today’s world. Perhaps she would have become lost in the whirlwind of social media, gradually fading into obscurity. She belonged to an era where social connection was more prevalent and yet she couldn’t contemplate it.
Over time, memories of this masterpiece faded away from my mind. But then, fate intervenes as I come across an Instagram reel featuring Lost in Translation. There, I stumbled upon the unforgettable karaoke scene where Charlotte, belts out, “I’m special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me,” exuding her quirky charm with a pink hairdo.
It’s remarkable how a college graduate, having completed all her studies, yearns for this specific kind of attention, a type that cannot be found elsewhere.
Revisiting this classic, I found myself drawn closer to Bob this time. His portrayal as a middle-aged man with the quintessential family setup, grappling with a disconnection from his wife made me rethink. Despite feeling entitled to his children’s support, they failed to reciprocate. It’s a poignant reminder that in our digitally connected world, the profound human touch often eludes us amidst the flurry of phone calls and messages, highlighting the paradox of isolation in an age of constant communication.
Where do I find myself after all these years? After dedicating countless hours to reading books and striving to make sense of my desires in my youth, I realize that I don’t long for attention now. Instead, a feeling of not belonging slowly seeps into my mind whenever I contemplate my place in this world. Reading Sartres’ Nausea has been a relief. At a major point in the novel, Sartre writes ‘I hadn’t any right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant, a microbe. My life grew in a haphazard way and in all directions.’ I find it amusing that even when I type out quotes directly from the book, autocorrect tries to intervene. It’s a reflection of our daily reality, I suppose. We often overlook the fact that while order isn’t a necessity in our lives, purpose certainly is. I require a platform for expression, but that doesn’t imply I should be under external control, not even from AI. And nowadays that expression is waning due to the pressure of external norms.
In every movie, there’s a pivotal moment—a revelation of truth. I see it as indispensable; without it, the movie would cease to exist. For me, it’s when Charlotte witnesses a traditional Japanese marriage procession. As she watches the couple holding hands, it encapsulates her deepest desires. Throughout the film, her sense of being lost and disconnected in a foreign land is palpable, but what exacerbates it further is her disconnect with her newlywed husband. She yearns for the simple affection she witnesses in that newly married couple—a longing shared by us all, isn’t it?