Lost in Translation is such a boring, muddled, tasteless mess, that the only reason for the 4 star reviews, is the "Emperors Clothes Syndrome". You know the fable of the emperor who was conned into believing that his new suit of clothes was so exquisite, that it was invisible to anyone unworthy of serving him, when actually he really had no clothes on. In the case of "Lost in Translation", the emperor's daughter produced the worst film of the year, and the critics are too afraid to say that it is an incoherent boring mess. I have seen better films directed by high school students. There are about two minutes worth of clever idea in this film, and the rest of it is strung together as if the director pulled a bunch of film clips out of a box and attached them in random order. When it got too boring, she tossed in the tasteless nightclub scene to wake up those who were falling asleep. There is no characterization or empathy created. There is nothing of value anywhere in this film. The egotistical critics are so busy trying to establish themselves as the intelligent elite of the film industry, that they would not think of ruffling the emperor's feathers by criticizing his daughter's film. It is with out doubt the worst film of the year