I sludged my way through "Lost in Interpretation" tonight, and I think the movie was worth the sloooow progress through. I have certainly felt that feeling of walking through days where no one was speaking my language and I am lost in my own backyard--feelings this movie evokes. But the final scene that gives importance to the "could have beens--makes the movie. Have you ever met someone at the wrong time and place? You know without question that had your life different you would have had a profound relationship. Or perhaps the profound relationship was in another life and you are simply feeling the echoes of it? I've had moments like that a few times and it can feel like your body hit a solid surface but your heart just kept moving out of your chest when it was time to walk away. I'm not talking simply about love either, but friendships also that are just belonging on a path that you can't walk. There is an erie juxtaposition of sadness with a sense of coming home--if only for a brief moment.