with the radio on...

saw Lost in Translation yesterday. wasn't overly impressed---wasn't really offended, either. thought it did a fairly good job expounding upon culture shock and resultant alienation, including the self-wrought variety.

what really did get me, however, is the whole "let's raid your record collection, shall we?" aspect of the music. XDXD not all of it, of course---certainly not the new Air and esp. Kevin Shields tracks. but the general idea was had. and i'd forgotten knowing about Peaches showing up in the strip club. hee.

the soundtrack is kind of tempting, in a "wow, new KS" kinda way. not overly so---wasn't really blown away by any of the incidental music he provided. 'twas alright, and worked fairly well, but wasn't thrilling in the way that hearing "Sometimes" in a movie theatre was. i can't describe how that felt, really, except it was gorgeous. while "Just Like Honey" showing up at the end provoked mad fits of giggles i had to stifle (since, yanno, wasn't really the appropriate reaction for the scene, and didn't want to be a rude twit in the theatre XD), "Sometimes" provoked sharp intake of breath and general sense of peace.

so what has this movie done for me? it's made me want to pillage my record collection and hibernate in my room house. XD granted, it's probably the weather that's a lot to do with it, too, but.