Lost in Translation…
This scene has been running through my head lately:
Charlotte - I’m stuck. Does it get easier?
Bob - No. Yes. It gets easier.
Charlotte - Oh, yeah? Look at you.
Bob - Thanks.
Bob - The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Charlotte - Yeah. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be. You know? I tried being a writer, but I hated what I wrote. And I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre, you know. Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses. You know, take dumb pictures of your feet.
Bob - You’ll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.
Charlotte - But I’m so mean.
Bob - (smiles) Mean’s okay.
Charlotte - Yeah? What about marriage? Does it get easier?
Bob - That’s hard. We used to have a lot of fun. Lydia would come with me when I made the movies and we would all laugh about it all. Now she doesn’t want to leave the kids, and she doesn’t need me to be there. The kids miss me but they’re fine. It gets a whole lot more complicated when you have kids.
Charlotte - Yeah, it’s scary.
Bob - It’s the most terrifying day of your life the day the first one is born.
Charlotte - Yeah. Nobody ever tells you that.
Bob - Your life as you know it is gone, never to return. But they learn how to walk and they learn how to talk and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.
Charlotte - Hmm. That’s nice.
Bob - Where did you grow up?
Charlotte - Um, I grew up in New York and I moved to Los Angeles when John and I got married. But it’s so different there.
Bob - Yeah, I know.
Charlotte - John thinks I’m so snotty.
Charlotte - Hmm. (drifts off to sleep)
Bob - You’re not hopeless.
I think it’s so sweet at the end of the scene where he touches her feet and says “you’re not hopeless”.
1 year ago