I think it expresses so well the feeling of solitude, in a very feminine way.
I saw it at an empty cinema years ago, in a very strange an lonely day for me. And this film was the best thing that could happen to me in such a bad day.
The reason why I'm writing about Lost in translation is not only because I'm a fan of the film, but also a fan of the beautiful umbrella that Scarlett carries when she walks alone in Tokio.
I don't like umbrellas. I hate them.
But there's an exception. The Tokio umbrella, as I like to referr to it.
It's perfect, it's transparent, it's cute, it's Japanese...
I want one! But I can't find them here. Maybe when I go to Japan, sometime...