Personally, I have never wondered what Bob whispers in Charlotte's ear in the final scene because Roger Ebert's suggestion in his review cannot be improved upon: "Had we but world enough and time..." I can't imagine the movie without it.
I'm 40 years old, which means I was closer to Charlotte's age when I first saw Lost in Translation, and I'm closer to Bob's age now. Maybe that's why this movie hurt my heart so much more on this viewing.…
When I was 28, I lived in Portland, Oregon for a year, working on a U.S. Senate campaign. I didn't know anyone in town, so I ended up rooming with a guy who worked on the Obama campaign. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but we were both working a lot and socializing with our respective campaigns, so we didn't see each other all that much. After a few months, I realized I'd never had a proper conversation with…
I don't mean to be rude, but it's possible that Freddie Prinze, Jr. Is the worst actor to ever appear in a motion picture
If Hillary Clinton was half as charismatic as Emma Thompson, everything would have turned out better
Cooper Raiff might be the king of Nice Guy Cinema, but the exquisite balance of self-aggrandizement and self-awareness that worked so well in Shithouse is way out of whack here. I found it smug and shallow. I'm sorry.
Don't get me wrong: I get it. If I were 24 years old, I would definitely make a movie in which I got to make out with Dakota Johnson and be an Autism Whisperer to her daughter and have Leslie Mann be my mom, but that doesn't mean we have to like it.
