Lost in translation, again...

So, I ended up watching "lost in translation" once again, rather by chance. Was pleasantly surprised to see different depths to the movie that I didn't notice the first time. Though a bit unkind to the Japanese, the film ends up saying a lot of things about life through expressions and silences rather than words.

It seems that a bit of cultural disconnect, wrapped up in a sushi roll, or travelling with you as a silent companion on the metro, means something in a space by itself. Its about going outside your comfort zone and discovering something about yourself and the world that you never could have imagined before.