Steffie had plans tonight and needed to be in Trumbull. With the thought that roads might not be in great shape later in the evening, Helaine and I decided to drive her (instead of her driving herself) and spend the evening out.
We had dinner at Bennigans at the Trumbull Mall (French Dip and Chicken Noodle Soup, it’s an exciting life!) and then went to Fairfield to see Lost in Translation.
Neither Helaine or I know our way through Bridgeport, but I assumed going down Main Street would lead us to I-95. At some point, we became lost. Luckily, there was an electric company crew working on some project. I asked for directions, and one worker gave them.
“Go over that bridge that looks like it’s closed.” It was closed! Thanks.
I have not read anything but raves about this movie and so I wanted to see it. I could not have been more disappointed.
Though beautifully shot and well acted, the movie never got off the ground. I’m still not sure what it was about.
I find Bill Murray much more likable than I did when he first broke out on Saturday Night Live. Though the part he played wasn’t based on him, the character he acted sure seemed it. That’s not bad. As I said, he’s likable.
Scarlett Johansson, as a woman questioning her two year old marriage, was fine. Good acting in a dark role.
She is more attractive than she is beautiful. I’m not sure if that sentence makes total sense other than to say, I find physical beauty only one part of being attractive.
When all was said and done, Helaine complained that the movie had been very slow (though she enjoyed it more than I did). I concur.
There is one thing this movie left me with. I would love to go to Japan. In fact, I’d like to visit Asia in general. I don’t think Helaine wants to go, so this will be something that will only happen if there is another reason for going, and seeing Japan is secondary.
Interestingly enough, this was another movie with an all adult audience. At age 53, I was much younger than the median.