From the Movie Snob.

Lost in Translation. (B) I wanted to like this movie more than I did. Bill Murray is a world-weary Hollywood movie star with a stale marriage. He finds himself stranded in a posh but sterile Tokyo hotel for a week while he shoots some whiskey ads for a fat paycheck. Scarlett Johansson is an angst-laden 25-year-old newlywed whose photographer husband mostly leaves her stranded at the same hotel. Unable to connect or even communicate with the culture around them, they strike up a friendship. The buzz about Murray's great performance is justified, and the movie does a good job of conveying the weird feeling of isolation and dislocation you get when you are left alone in a strange place with too much time on your hands. But the movie is driven, if that's the right word, by imagery and atmosphere, and there's not a whole lot of plot, which I guess is why it ultimately left me cold.