K.K. Barrett

If you don't get it, you aren't watching close enough. Excellent piece dealing with deeper layers of reality. Funny too. Not everything needs to be watered down for every audience. The Retriever is completely off on this one.

This film is like Pooh Corner on Crack. What was up with the racoon in KW's stomach? Did Max take too much meds and drink red Bull? Why did they change the names of the creatures? Too much brown acid, Spike Jones!!!

have a copy of the original 1st released book. my favorite - i'm 54. haven't seen the movie, but heard it's really good. the book with it's illustrations broadened the gift of my imagination. not sure if i want to see the movie & risk my imagination not staying intact. thinking imagination overrules. maybe someday.

Awaste of film, time ,talent, and money. Nothing happens in this movie; absolutely, nothing. An offence to the Japanese people and boring. I actually fell asleep in this one. Don't waste your time or money!

Hound had the fur pulled over his eyes by this one: it's all hackneyed posing. There are interminable brooding shots of Johansson staring out the hotel window, Murray looking out the taxi window, but nothing ever HAPPENS. Both actors do their best, but the director hasn't a gram of wisdom or insight she can bring to the film. (And some of her stereotypes of the Japanese are downright offensive.) The conclusion is trite and hardly worth wading through the turgid waters to witness. Coppola is trading on her name, but her cinema is flat as a board and just as wooden.

KHL has it right - on two counts. This movie is flat, as was Coppola's vastly overrated "Lost in Translation." Nothing happens in terms of character development, brooding cinematography - achingly predictable in both films - substitutes for either narration or impression. One begins to think that Sophia is, indeed, Marie A. Lost in a world she can't fathom or translate, and doomed to play at being cinematic.

Yes, the costumes look fabulous, the locations are sumptuous, the music is suitable and the acting good, but none of this makes up for the agonizingly slow pace. I wanted to shut it down halfway through. I persisted, but not without wanting to scream in frustration that I wasted over two hours watching this boring epic. I don't know what it was, but I just could not get into it. I don't mind movies with a slow pace (ex. Assassination of Jesse James or anything by Malick, and even Virgin Suicides, Coppola's first flick), but I wouldn't sit through this again if someone paid me.