I'm fascinated with Japan. I like Scarlett Johannson. However, if Bill Murray hadn't fallen off the exercise machine, I'm not sure I would love Lost In Translation so deeply, maybe not even at all.
I'm sure that's got to be frustrating for a mature actor like Murray. He's been around for thirty years, and here I am crediting him for a dumber pratfall than he ever had to do when he was a kid on Saturday Night Live.
But I love him for that level of humility. Sometimes, I think that's what great comedy is: human frailty, and someone brave enough to be naked about it.
Comedy has become such a small word. It hasn't been the right size since Dante.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Gained In Translation
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Labels: bill murray, comedy, dante
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