a review of Lost in Translation by ryan jensen

Throughout history, we find mysterious moments that may never be able to be answered by mankind. There is the question of the origins and methods of the constructing of Stonehenge. There is the question of what Jesus was really writing in the sand in the presence of the accusers of the adulterous woman before he entreats them, "he among you that is without sin may cast the first stone." And there is the question of what it is that Bill Murray whispers in Scarlett Johnannson's ear at the end of Lost in Translation. Even when I tried to watch the scene with subtitles, there were no clues, but revealed only the fact that there was "whispering."

Yesterday, I watched the highly touted Lost in Translation on my TV in my living room with my friends, Joseph and Steve. We ate Indian food and drank Scandinavian beer in order to make the experience proper and complete.

I don't think I will ever understand how any romance occurs between a young woman and a man the age of her father. I'll leave that at that.

My friend, Elizabeth, said that the last scene was "the perfect end to the perfect movie." I think Casablanca and the Lion King are the only perfect movies in existence that I've seen. Sorry, kids. Perfect is a strong adjective that I typically only use to describe my grandmother's lefse.