Opening Statement

I was destined to fall in love with Lost in Translation. By the time I watched it for the first time, I’d been living away from Japan, where I’d grown up, for a little over four years. For an eighteen-year-old, that was an eternity, and even though I loved my life in Chicago, I missed Japan — by Alex Moore, December 4, 2017

The Melancholic Beauty of the Ephemeral World

The mood the film leaves is a gentle sadness at having seen something ephemeral unfold and vanish before my eyes. This melancholy is not unfamiliar, but I also don’t know what to call it, at least in English. It turns out that in Japanese, there is a perfect term for it — by Alex Moore, December 5, 2017

Scenessential: Night Out with Charlie

Much of Lost in Translation is people among people in complete isolation. Sitting at bars, not in the mood for conversation; walking through the streets of Tokyo, only observing. It isn’t until the night out with Charlie Brown and his gang of wacky friends that the characters really open up — by Aaron Pinkston, December 6, 2017

Filmography: Sofia Coppola

Young women sheltered by their religious parents in suburban Detroit. An frustrated actor and neglected wife living temporarily in a foreign land. An immature queen. A jaded father. Fame-obsessed teens. Civil War era schoolgirls. It's not too difficult to hone in on a singular theme throughout Sofia Coppola's filmography — by John Gilpatrick, December 8, 2017

Related Review: Like Someone in Love

Like Someone in Love, one of the final films of celebrated Iranian filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami, is something like an antidote to this week’s film, Lost in Translation. Like a chemical antidote, it has certain properties in common with its counterpart but reverses some of the deleterious effects of that counterpart with complementary elements — by Patrick Brown, December 8. 2017