Sunday, February 15, 2004

"Why does the Empire care, anyway, about reducing its organic garbage output? Are we to believe that the architects of the Death Star, a group of individuals bent on controlling the entire known universe, are also concerned about environmental issues? Would organic garbage rot in space? So what? Furthermore, why has the Empire gone to the trouble of acquiring a frightening parasitic worm-creature and having it eat all organic trash, especially given the aforementioned flaws in the design of the compactor and overall maintenance hassles?"
On the implausibility of the Death Star trash compactor.

Is it legal to start a giant polygamous cult of myopic landscape gardeners? I swear to god if I was a white female, with rounded compact buttocks, a penchant for farming with draft horses, and an aversion to contact lenses and spectacles, well I'd be signing up today.


DIRECTOR: Mr. Bob-san. You are sitting quietly in your study. And then
there is a bottle of Suntory whiskey on top of the table. You
understand, right? With wholehearted feeling, slowly, look at the
camera, tenderly, and as if you are meeting old friends, say the
words. As if you are Bogie in "Casablanca," saying, "Cheers to you
guys," Suntory time!
INTERPRETER: He wants you to turn, look in camera. O.K.?

Are You Awake? is a really charming Lost In Translation fansite. It has a lot of good tidbits, including the Suntory ad scene translated. I remember thinking how awful the actress who played Bill Murray's wife was, and guess what: they didn't hire an actress, the costume designer read the lines.

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