Jules, I loved and still love lost in translation. I disagree with vehemently with Roger Ebert’s characterization of the movies as an exercise in empathy. He believes the two characters are empathizing with each other and it is our duty to note that empathy and incorporate it into our conceit of the film. I dissent, I strongly dissent. This is a love story. Bill Murray loves this beautiful woman from the moment he sees her. Just because he is a broken-down 5o something has-been actor he is still capable of a flash of overpowering love. Scarlett is more difficult to read. She is married too young to a shallow self-promoter and she is unsure of herself. But she comes to love him in a tentative way. The worst scene in the movie that wasted precious time was the party scene in the apartment. I feel for Bill Murray. I know men. I know men when they threaten my life with a loaded rifle or a hand on a holster of a 9mm pistol when I am in a hospital bed. I know that many men fear women. some men are terrified of women, regarding them as alien creatures. I saw Bill Murray fall in love ever deeper with this woman. She is more enigmatic. She is younger and her experiential base is far too shallow to see Bill other than intriguing and comforting and in the final hours there is something growing in her, something real. She knows she is gorgeous and has come to expect men like her husband, in name only, to treat her as an afterthought and a minor trophy in his life’s great march forward. I wish Sofia Coppola had dumped the apartment party scene and let them take two intimate walks together. Scarlett for all her youth would have felt deeply moved by his love for her. He could not conceal it and would only rejoice if she felt it. If I see the movie again I will analyze it carefully. It is love. It is love triumphant in that one character knows it in his bones and the tentative character is unsure what love is and what love this man could possibly give her. A flawed film but a tribute to how men love , a tribute to how quickly and deeply a man can love and how uncertain and not frightened, but skittish and confused Scarlett can be, especially in light of her jackass, self-obsessed “husband.” I promise you I will watch it with a keen eye of a man who knows men. Some men I admire and I hope that their loneliness and emptiness can be filled . Other men I despise and I look forward to hunting them in the Underworld. I know longer fear the Underworld. The Greeks have reassured me it is my destiny and I embrace it now. Thank you for this and your thoughts on “Lost in Translation.” I find it a flawed yet minor masterpiece. Sleep the sleep of the just for you have done a good and just thing to advance this fine, flawed film one step further. sincerely, Tom.