Would almost rate this higher sheerly for that cat, because it resembles mine like two drops of water; also fat and mostly lazy.
Thirteenth watch of Japanese July. A brief synopsis of Akira. It's 1988 and Tokio is destroyed. It’s 2019 and Neo-Tokyo is awesome. Kaneda yells: “Tetsuo!” Tetsuo yells: “Kaneda!” *Explosion* Tetsuo yells: “Kaneda!!” Kaneda yells: “Tetsuo!!” Some more beautiful animation. *Explosion* Kaneda yells: “Tetsuo!!!” Tetsuo yells: “Kaneda!!!” MIND BATTLE. Bodily mutations, so many bodily mutations. “Kaneda…” “Tetsuo!” *EXPLOSIONS* “Tetsuooooooooooooo!” MIND BATTLE. More stellar animation, yet another explosion, another mind battle and some more explosions. “Kanedaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Sofia Coppola is a director who often lets scenes speak through music, frequently employing hip indie scores - including, in this case, Phoenix, My Bloody Valentine, Air and The Jesus and Mary Chain amongst others - even when not exactly matching the time period that’s being portrayed (Marie Antoinette). Yet, in Lost in Translation I get the feeling that she for once deliberately chooses to let silence speak for itself as well; the stellar duo Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray…