A translation of our confused direction

Rating: Null/10 (20 November 2004)

I saw this with two old people. Old people are typically pretty stupid, but for once this wasn't why they hated the film. I looked at myself and tried to figure out why I liked it. Like a previous reviewer said, its all about the crossroads at certain points in your life. My youth is coming to an end, I have to figure out what I'm going to do, and I empathise with the painfully restrained and yet beautiful relationship between the two characters who seem to understand each other like no one else could. People complain about the slow pace, they say that nothing happens, but this is not a film about car chases and machine guns, its not some infuriatingly stupid love story where everything ends up 'happily ever after,' its about people, and who they are not what they do. You have to have an appreciation for how people think and feel, not something everybody has the capability of doing, to enjoy this film and you also rather crucially have to have some connection to the characters. In Scarlett, I see a girl I know, a girl I love rather dearly, and yet cannot get close to, even though we could never be closer. This pain in my life is reflected in the image of the film and so strikes a chord ever more closely. This film isn't perfect because it fails to make itself understood to those who do not/cannot interpret the language of which it speaks, a little bit like the title. To those who do not find a connection with this story, I feel sorrow, to those who do, you know what I mean.