chi. like in energy.

Oops. How could I forget to mention Lost In Translation in a post about worst films of all time.

I think this sums up how I feel about it: I’m at a bar called Grassroots on St. Marks in downtown Manhattan with a classmate from NYU. A playwright. We’re talking about all the buzz surrounding Sofia Coppola’s new “masterpiece” when I voice my displeasure about its absolutely ludicrous story (Poor successful and wealthy American guy has to spend a WHOLE TWO WEEKS or some shit in Japan for a mere 2 million dollars!!! Dealing with freaky Japanese! And they can’t speak English, those freaks!!! And he has to kiss Scarlett Johansson!!!).

“That’s exactly Japan,” the playwright says. “I was there a whole year!”

“As an Asian man, I’m pissed at how they portray our people as freaks,” I say.

“You can’t say that,” says the playwright. “You’re not Asian. You’re Korean.”

Anyway, that sums up Lost In Translation for me.

And my boys and I still haven’t forgiven Ms. Coppola for being the most horrible part of the horrible Godfather III. (Dying on the steps…”Dad,” she says then croaks…God, I hate her.)