lost in translation.....

ok, so yesterday i watched lost in translation yet again...before i cleaned the basement laundry room.......whilst walking 40 minutes of the 80 minutes i walked on the treadmill yesterday...yes, i will take a bow........i never fail to come away from that movie with a combination of sadness and joy.....sadness....because it is well documented the sofia coppola was mean to scarlett johannson during the filming........and that bill murray may have been mean just to impress sofia.....she was paying his big bucks......but then there is th ejoy, of feeling intimate with a middle aged guy finding a soulamte in a younger married woman...if only for a few days in a foreign country....and it is the platonic nature of their relationship that i find so appealing.....because all relationships that endure become platonic at their core, if they did not start out that way........the scene where they fall finally fall asleep after days of jet lag.......is so very touching.....i just love the bittersweet message of this movie,....which is why my middle child has accused me of late of listening to mournful music......all from the alias playlist, but mournful in his assessment.....of course, had i toaken to the upbeat techno beats he would have accused me of trying to be hip.....and we all know, gentle readers, that mm is beyond hip..........