The Clairvoyant Zoopraxiscope

Also watched Lost in Translation. Almost better on the small screen than it was on the larger one. I like the doubleness of it, that sense that nothing is happening, and yet somehow, when Bob Harris switches from tea to beer while having lunch with Charlotte, the moment takes on a Chekhovian, uh, moment. Or the way in which everyone in the film seems so gigantic so much of the time, because of the closeness of the camera work. There is something dismayingly "cool" about it, as if neither Murray nor Johansson are trying particularly hard--but then, they don't really have to, given the constraints of the story and the script. So why blame them?