Still Life :: Personal Narrative Papers

Still Life Each of us is a strain of crossroads where things happen. The crossroads is purely passive, something happens there. A different thing, equally valid happens elsewhere. There is no choice, it is a matter of chance. Levi-StraussIt was boring.How could you find it boring?It just...sat there. Mooned over itself. It was talky.It was...great. I dunno. I think it says something to people in transition.Well, Id hardly think of my life as...I dont live on...Static?Right.My mother, my sister, my father and I walked two blocks, and took the subway back to our hotel.That wasnt the first fourth dimension Id seen the movie. The summer I learned how to wear cologne, I was burning my last bridge to the city of Los Angeles, one kiss at a time in a Venice Beach apartment. There was an early cut of Lost In Translation playing on a shabby television, in a gaudy entertainment center, in a gaudy black leather-smeared den, in a rundown walk-up. You can see without seeing, obviously. I can certainly tell you the converse is true. Id been working most of that summer as an overnighter in a chic department store catering to aging Westwood matriarchs, leaving the sales stand perfumed with my distaste for high fashion. But I remember, more than anything else from that last tango on Figueroa, Scarlett Johansson in a pink wig, singing Brass In Pocket to a dried-up matinee idol.You know, looking back, Im beginning to realize...those characters were assholes How did we like them?Maybe they were but...I dunno. I just see something in Charlotte thats so...I am trapped here, and I dont know it.But Bill Murray What a fuckin dickI dont see that. I just...Maybe this rings to me in a way it shouldnt.Im not trying to make turn of the movie, I liked the movie too, but youve got to--I know. Youre very even-handed, Josh, and Im putting on extra eyeshadow.Fuck you, you know what I mean.You workin today?Shit, yeah. Call after(prenominal) youre out of seminar.Cool.I walk home, and sure as silver, we meet at 7.He is certainly not wrong, but he forgets completely why I, and more others, are completely in love with these two unlikely friends. Chance. The best part of Lost In Translation is not what everyone points out - the imagery, the music, the acting, the sweetness and inquisitiveness of the narrative, but it is how the viewer finds it.