Thoughts about Lost in Translation:
People from the same background sometimes need to be out of the comfort zones to fully communicate with each other.
When two people of different ages, coming from similar backgrounds, communicate, there is a veil between them that needs to be translated though.
The movie talks about alienation in a different culture. What would life be like if you couldn't communicate with others on a daily basis even about the simplest of things like transport and medicals? Would you still be happy? Would you still be able to survive?
Alienation pervades cities. It takes an outsider to fully feel the unique kind of alienation that each city offers.
Can alienation be positive?
Two souls truly communicating, heart to heart, without romance - what does it take for an outsider to judge?
Even cultures that seem very weird, even uncomfortable, to you may have things to offer you.
The artificiality of human interaction - with each other sometimes, we jack up our voice or avoid sensitive topics just to avoid speaking from the heart about true, human issues. with machines, where the sounds coming from its speakers is juxtaposed with the real-life clicks from the buttons that you press. through the telephone, when you want the other person to be close to you, but the reality is that they're a world away and communicating through the telephone just doesn't cut it, no matter what you think - human communication is more than just a bodiless voice, a translation through a telephone.
Connecting in a non-romantic way without words. Kissing on the lips without the intent of being romantic, but more of a sign of strong, solid friendship and bonding. Goodbyes are never easy, but we just cling on to the hopeful whispers that are whispered in our ears. We know that with that, everything will be okay, and we'll get through.
Everything will be okay. You'll figure yourself and your path out. You have it in you, and you're that kind of person. Everything will be okay.
I end with this:
“Someone I loved gave me
a box full of darkness.
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.”
that this, too, was a gift.”
- Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow”