Still Life :: Personal Narrative Papers

Still Life Each of us is a pleasant of crossroads where things happen. The crossroads is purely passive, something happens there. A different thing, equally binding 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 oer itself. It was talky.It was...great. I dunno. I deal it says something to people in transition.Well, Id hardly think of my life as...I dont know...Static?Right.My mother, my sister, my father and I walked two blocks, and took the subway prat to our hotel.That wasnt the first time Id fulfilln 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 first cut of Lost In Translation playing on a gaudy television, in a gaudy entertainment center, in a gaudy black leather-smeared den, in a rundown walk-up. You can grab without seeing, obviously. I can certainly tell you the converse is true. Id been working most(prenominal) of that summer as an overnighter in a chic plane section store catering to aging Westwood matriarchs, leaving the sales floor odorize with my distaste for high fashion. But I remember, more than anything else from that last dance 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? by chance they were scarce...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 stressful to make fun 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 youre out of seminar.Cool.I walk ho me, and certain(p) as silver, we meet at 7.He is certainly not wrong, but he forgets completely why I, and many 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 strangeness of the narrative, but it is how the viewer finds it.