Sociopolitical rantings aside, I did really like Lost in Translation. I loved its small intimacy, its focus on the small thing that really is everything.

And I can’t help but compare it to Voyage in Italy; an updated and less-critical-of-wealth version…this one could be Voyage in Japan. The embrace at the end, especially. Sofia knows her film history, so I’m guessing it’s deliberate. Her daddy should be hella proud.

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