Love eh? It's pretty good isn't it? Films try and capture the feeling and they sometimes do a decent job but it takes a special director, cast and soundtrack to make something that really resonates. Romantic comedies and chick flicks dominate films about love and generally don't have any level of critical expectation, but every now and then, a special film comes along and harnesses all of the subtle and not so subtle emotions that come together when we love. Lost in Translation is quite possibly one of the purest depictions of love in film. (it's also my favourite film so the level of adoration will be cranked up to 11.)

Sofia Coppola has had a pretty rough ride. When your dad directs some of history's most loved movies you've got a lot of pressure (It also doesn't help appearing in Godfather III when you haven't earned your acting chops). A move into directing seemed natural and although her first foray, The Virgin Suicides , was warmly received, no other Coppola film has come close to the critical acclaim heaped on Lost in Translation. The film was nominated for four Academy Awards and picked up the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. It's such a autobiographical movie for Coppola: from the caricature of her ex-husband Spike Jonze in the character John, to Sofia's own mid-20s existential crisis in Tokyo, to her father's whisky commercial with Akira Kurosawa. Sofia Coppola projected her heart on film and it paid off with the love that people poured back.

The film's plot is brilliantly simple - a man (Bill Murray's Bob) and a woman (Scarlett Johansson's Charlotte) find themselves bored in a foreign country. They end up speaking by recognising each other's boredom. They enjoy each other's company and then leave. To many, Lost in Translation is boring and a film where nothing happens but it's the little silences between words and the subtle gestures which truly makes the film so special - blink and you'll miss them, speak and you'll not hear them.

Brian Reitzell worked with My Bloody Valentine's Kevin Shields to produce a perfect shoegaze-y, dreamlike soundtrack which embodies jetlag, awe and loneliness in equal measure. The opening scene where Bill Murray's character sleepily gazes out of a taxi window up towards the bright neon lights of Tokyo is visually and audibly stunning.

The taxi scene really embodies that 'I don't know what I'm getting myself into' feeling of arriving in a foreign place. Taxis in Lost in Translation are much like taxis in real life - they represent a weird purgatory between safety and risk. The taxi is a safe haven between the security of an airport and the unknown of a hotel, or the familiarity of home and the fear of 'outside'. Another of Lost in Translation's brilliant music moments comes as the two lead characters share a cab back home from their heavy night out.

Cutting straight from the background noise of a Japanese friend crooning in a karaoke booth, My Bloody Valentine's 'Sometimes' blasts through as the camera cuts to a shot from inside a taxi crossing Tokyo's Rainbow Bridge. This scene sums up every hammered taxi journey when a sudden moment of clarity descends like a wave and you just look at your world go by and stop. Not stop to think, but just to look and let the world wash over you. This time it's Charlotte's turn to look out of the window as Bob sleeps and you get the feeling that she doesn't want the journey to end.

The majority of Lost in Translation's charm lies in familiar emotions and the longing for good moments to last forever. The karaoke scene itself pulls together an unlikely group of friends in a strange city, having a night which has no right to be as fun as it seems. From the relaxed house party, dancing to Phoenix's 'Too Young' to the dulcet tones of Bill Murray singing Roxy Music's 'More Than This' - it's a series of events that flow without control or direction. This portion of the film is the relationship between Bob and Charlotte at its most exciting and the music conveys this through a sheer lack of predictability. It's at this point that we really want them to fall in love - amongst the bright lights and varied sounds of one sake-fuelled evening.

The love in Lost in Translation is a love which is rarely seen on screen. It's rare. It's unique. It's certainly not Hollywood. A pure and platonic love, borne out of boredom more than physical attraction. It's a privileged emotion found in a generation of people who have choices, they have no real pressures aside from finding themselves - but it's okay to feel this way. The heartwrenching final scenes play out masterfully and reaches climax with one of cinema's great mystery endings. We don't need to know what was said between Bob and Charlotte, but, as Bob's taxi pulls away and drums of The Jesus and Mary Chain's 'Just Like Honey' begin to pound - we know everything. We know Bob and Charlotte, we know loneliness, we know love.