The one time I saw Scarlett Johansson that sealed my impression of her as an awkward actress was not on film. That was Saturday Night Live, on NBC, after I had seen her in "Lost in Translation", in which I disliked her acting, too. Saturday Night Live is impromptu acting, with a little bit of rehearsing -- I saw a bit of it backstage long time ago. So, she was hostess on Saturday Night Live, which can make or break actors and bands. She was a dud.
Scarlett Johansson reminds me of a teenager whose stature got stumped and breasts overgrew. As American men are traditionally crazy about breasts, Terry-Thomas delivers a magnificent monologue on that, and the search for youth is timeless, well-documented in Nabokov's book and Kubrick's Lolita, adaptation of the book, here we have Scarlett Johansson, click on her fan-site at your risk.
She is young, but so is Natalie Portman. To Scarlett's disadvantage, Natalie Portman was on SNL acting comfortably in a time span close enough for me to compare the two young actresses. Woody Allen is on his third movie with Scarlett. But he says she is no Diane Keaton. That reminds me of the lover/husband in Matchpoint, a film I finally watched tonight. She is what she is: a slightly hoarse voice, a good mistress, a seductive elf-like creature, little else than lust, spelled in her lips and ... bosom. A child actor, she hangs out with the right people and says the right things at the right times. Good luck, Scarlett, now I understand better why your face (and bosom) is posted in headers of hip blogs, and why you are revered. You are Lolita revisited, politically correct, Hanging out with the right people, whose lips will kiss, tits will smother, and ... I hope your acting improves and lasts to be more of a Diane Keaton's.