Lost In Translation certainly had me lost. I was totally lost as to why so many critics and art house types loved this film. I come from the old persuasion that a good movie, should still be somewhat interesting. There is a little humor stemming from Bill Murray's performance, but that's about it. The movie meanders along at a snail's pace and the idiosyncrasies of Tokyo are just about the only thing that kept me watching to the end. The bond between Murray and Johansson is cute, but ultimately goes nowhere and is vague as to what its nature truly is. By the time the credits roll, I am left to think: "What the F** was the point of that?" In essence, I never got the point, and wondered where that two hours of my life had just gone.