While perusing a news website, I happened upon an interview with Sofia Coppola about today's 10 year anniversary of the theatrical release of
Lost in Translation. The interviewer asked her if she thought Bob and Charlotte would ever cross paths again, or something to that effect. For some reason, (and also because I'm 32) that question had so much potential to elicit a dreamy and romantic response. Yes I just used the word "dreamy" and I meant it, dammit. Today, a mere 10 years later,
of course Bob and Charlotte would meet. They would find each other on Facebook or he/she would Google her/him. And that makes me kinda sad. Gone are the days where you break up with someone and never have to log onto Facebook and see that the commitment-phobe you dated all through college is now married. You no longer have to lie in bed at night and wonder what happened to your best friend from the 3rd grade. Odds are, you know where they live, who they're marrying/divorcing/dating, where they work, you get the idea.
There's nothing left to the imagination. No wistfulness. No love stories to re-live over drinks. You can't tell friends about how you used to sleep with someone that was "so hot!!!" No doubt, they'll respond with "pull 'em up on Facebook, Instagram, (whatever else the kids are on these days) let's look!!!"
So this is my eulogy to developed film, written love letters, memories that live on in the mind and aren't played out on the Internet. And the irony of me waxing poetic about all of these things using a blog and the Internet, is not lost on me. That's just like, my opinion, man.
