We begin with Bob Harris (Bill Murray), an aging American movie star whose face is more tired than a news anchor on election night, who’s in Tokyo to shoot whiskey commercials, which is ironic because that’s what you need to understand what he’s feeling. Bob's got a wife back home who sends him faxes about shelves. Think James Bond, but with more sighing and less espionage. Enter Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson): a young woman married to a photographer who takes more pictures of rock bands than of his own wife. She’s smart, introspective, and bored enough to make talking to Bill Murray seem like a thrilling night out. Together, Bob and Charlotte wander through Tokyo like two confused tourists with more soft lighting, awkward silences, and a growing sense that they should probably be doing something more meaningful than a philosophical perfume commercial. As they bond over sushi, jet lag, and awkward silences so long they qualify as commercial breaks, they roam the city, sing karaoke, and sit quietly in hotel bars - like a buddy cop movie where neither buddy fires a gun or knows exactly why they’re even in the movie. There’s no big romance, no explosions, and no evil henchmen - leaving you wondering if I’d just witnessed a love story, a midlife crisis, or an unusually expensive travel brochure.