Seriously. The two main characters who had trouble sleeping obviously didn't have this movie to watch. Surely to god the director could have generated something resembling energy for these poor people. Every cliché I have seen in movies filmed in Japan. The Pachinko parlor, the Karaoke bar. Sushi and shinto shrines. Was this the best Sofia Coppola could do? In the first twenty minutes we understand the dilemma of the Bill Murray character. He is lost in translation. Hearing fifty words spoken for a three word request and wondering what all the other words mean. This is the theme of the film. Okay. Great. So this review has to carry on for more lines in order to become acceptable. Hey wait a minute! I'm padding out this review in much the same way the writer-director padded out her film. Drink Sartori! It's a wonderful whiskey. Go into the same bar and sit at the same table. Commiserate with a total stranger. There was little or no substance to this. Sofia Copola couldn't act in "The Godfather Part 3" and she has proved that she can't write or direct in this film. Are you sitting there, reading this review and wondering "Dear Lord, when will it end?". If you are, then I have conveyed my opinion of this movie.