I just finished watching Lost in Translation, and I’m genuinely conflicted—I can’t decide if I loved it or just appreciated it. What I can say for sure is that the movie perfectly captures the mesmerizing energy of Tokyo. The neon-lit streets, the quiet traditions, the subtle beauty of Japanese culture—it’s all so vivid and atmospheric that you feel transported.
But here’s the thing: much like the title, the story itself felt a little ‘lost in translation’.
While the connection between…
