Lost In Translation (Just a heads up, there are movie spoilers in here, a little.)

I must say, I enjoyed it at first, the way it looked at people. I thought it was really funny, I found myself laughing a little too loudly at things, hoping not to disturb my neighbors. It shocked me, at first, how different Japanese culture seemed from our own, and it is different, somewhat, but then I realized that a lot of things are the same. As I watched Rob Harris watch TV I thought, oh, there's nothing like that on American TV, people trying to feed other people spaghetti in awkward positions, but I thought about it a little harder and thought, oh wait, what was Double Dare and all those other kid game shows. A lot of things are similar. I liked it right up until he slept with the singer. That red haired devil. It made me so angry, how could he share so much beauty and care with the one girl but sleep with another....I couldn't stand it. It made the emotion seem less valid, it made him seem so lost, I was so lost. The moments that he and Charlotte share were so poignant, so wonderful, it made me remember that there are people in the world that are still searching, still defining what they're meant to be and who they're meant to be with. It was beautiful, up to a point.