"Lost in Translation," one of my favorite movies, isn't specifically about mental illness, but it speaks to me on many levels because it is about a state of mind that I've felt frequently as a result of my bp -- a sense of being lost, displaced both physically and emotionally. This dissociative feeling of being utterly out of sync with the society around you and not having a clue as to how to reconnect -- in addition to the superb acting by Murray and Johansson -- really drew me to it when I first saw it. Oddly, I associate it with my suicide attempt last June, as I watched it over and over again when I was released. I had asked a friend for a movie with no violence, and that's what she came up with. Good taste. Cheshire Cat