The Spork Guy’s review published on Letterboxd:
An essay, a transcendence, a rebirth. Lost in Translation is without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, as well as one of my favorite pieces of cinema of all time. A lesson in travel, a glimpse into actuality... For many, life is what you make, or in some cases, have made it. Regardless of where you are, what you're doing and/or have achieved, it's still the same stagnant stream of consciousness we must endure, day in and day out. We find those we love, but we use that four letter word is such a foreign context, that its true meaning ends up... you guessed it(Insert Film's Title Here).
For years we'll live with the guilt of having forced the short straw upon ourselves. So much so, that we forget how nice normal can sometimes be. It would seem as if, a little brush with once in a lifetime is more than enough to reinvigorate what we never realized we had to begin with. Take this film's protagonists as today's example, and you have a picture perfect educational course on what ut means to be human on the planet we live in. Not in the specific country we happen to reside in, but the rock itself, endlessly spinning as we must simply adjust to those around us. Those who also breathe the same air, but decide to do everything else just a little differently.
Regardless of how famous, popular or magnetic a person you may be, loneliness will always wipe that slate absolutely clean. A film about this aforementioned solitude as much as it is about connection, this is an emotionally guided tour through how such a beautiful random meeting of two souls could be so easily mistaken for fate. We slog through existence in order to live through these brief moments of absolution, just to cut them short before life becomes anything but simple once again. Beautiful, longing and effortlessly serene, if Letterboxd allowed a top 5 instead of 4, you'd easily find Sofia Coppola's romantic opus nestled ever so delightfully amongst my chosen few.