Seeing Lost In Translation on the Upper East Side
Context isn't everything, but it counts. We just got back from seeing Lost In Translation with a multi-generational crowd, in the movie theater around the corner from Holly Golightly's brownstone. As they say, it's the little differences:
"Gorgeous sheets." --Woman of a certain age behind us, upon the cut to Bill Murray sitting on the Park Hyatt bed. [300-count egyptian cotton? Nice, but could be better, lady. Now pipe down.]
"hahahaha." --me, laughing alone at the previously unrecognized 4:20 reference.
"nice soundtrack." --me, wondering if the limited edition soundtrack is out yet.
"soundtrack'd be better if the idiot in front of us'd stop proclaiming Shinjuku landmarks to his mother/sugar mama. It ain't no Harajuku, pal. Now pipe down." - me.
"I loved it." --adult children of the sheets woman, after it was over.
"I hated it." --the sheets woman.
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| posted by greg at October 12, 2003 10:41 AM
