Lost in Translation was one of the best movies I have seen lately.
Many people say it's crap because of the absence of a dramatic storyline. Yet I think it's the subtlety, necessitated by its subject matter (the sense of being lost emotionally and physically), that makes the movie a unique cinematic experience.
Whatever. I've been sooo easily agitated these days. Petty little things make me swear aloud and pound hard on a desk. Virtually anything that comes across my path will be greeted with earth-shattering animosity and fury. This abnormality (or is it normal?) is probably a result of the moon cycles. Whatever.
Or, I have another theory. As many of my friends already know, my boyfriend is back in Hong Kong from Beijing. He has just started at a new job and is settling back into this city. We make an effort to hang out almost every day, doing silly but relaxing things like walking my dog, shopping for a new tie, reading togethesr, or even just strolling back and forth between his building and mine. During all these time spent together, we of course talked and exchanged thoughts and laughed and quarrelled. Every little thing can become the center of a discussion, and I guess being in a relationship (for a Libra) means you get to share everything with a mate. Perhaps this sudden attention to my EVERYTHING magnified every sensation in my daily living, from a simple joke that a colleague told to some really humiliating typo that someone committed, much like Coppola's camera exaggerating the nuance of an exotic cosmopolitan by highlighting the interplay of artificial and natural light...... but I digress.
Anyhow, I know this hysteria is growing into an annoyance to people around me, and I'll (have to) try and tone it down somewhat. Hopefully, while becoming less easily provoked, I will not lose the readiness for jollity and excitement. Much like HK women trying to shed 20 pounds without any shrinkage in the size of their breasts...... but, again, I digress. :)
Many people say it's crap because of the absence of a dramatic storyline. Yet I think it's the subtlety, necessitated by its subject matter (the sense of being lost emotionally and physically), that makes the movie a unique cinematic experience.
Whatever. I've been sooo easily agitated these days. Petty little things make me swear aloud and pound hard on a desk. Virtually anything that comes across my path will be greeted with earth-shattering animosity and fury. This abnormality (or is it normal?) is probably a result of the moon cycles. Whatever.
Or, I have another theory. As many of my friends already know, my boyfriend is back in Hong Kong from Beijing. He has just started at a new job and is settling back into this city. We make an effort to hang out almost every day, doing silly but relaxing things like walking my dog, shopping for a new tie, reading togethesr, or even just strolling back and forth between his building and mine. During all these time spent together, we of course talked and exchanged thoughts and laughed and quarrelled. Every little thing can become the center of a discussion, and I guess being in a relationship (for a Libra) means you get to share everything with a mate. Perhaps this sudden attention to my EVERYTHING magnified every sensation in my daily living, from a simple joke that a colleague told to some really humiliating typo that someone committed, much like Coppola's camera exaggerating the nuance of an exotic cosmopolitan by highlighting the interplay of artificial and natural light...... but I digress.
Anyhow, I know this hysteria is growing into an annoyance to people around me, and I'll (have to) try and tone it down somewhat. Hopefully, while becoming less easily provoked, I will not lose the readiness for jollity and excitement. Much like HK women trying to shed 20 pounds without any shrinkage in the size of their breasts...... but, again, I digress. :)
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