My Blueberry NightsSexy but emotionally failing  April 16,
2008 2:04:53 PM
MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS: Wong Kar-wai isn’t in the mood these days.
|
Three years after 2046, Wong Kar-wai is not in love any more — and I for one am happy for him. Perfectionism can be exhausting for all involved. A mere 12 months in the making, the Hong Kong master’s willfully scattershot US debut wanders alongside forlorn waitress Elizabeth (Norah Jones) from New York to Memphis to Vegas, picking up disposable characters (David Strathairn, Natalie Portman, Rachel Weisz) in dives along the way. But as Wong said last year at Cannes, where the movie disappointed many, My Blueberry Nights is “not about a journey. It’s about distance. Somehow, something is missing.” The director’s heart? So even as Wong’s widescreen images (ice cream splashing a blueberry-pie slice!) are as sexy as usual, there’s a newly perverse poignancy to the movie’s emotional failures and downward mobility. Wong, whether for personal, economic, or spiritual reasons, isn’t in the mood these days. Maybe you know the feeling. 90 minutes | Boston Common + Fenway + Harvard Square + Embassy + suburbs
|
 |
|
- Some Things at Trinity
- Never mind its tough-girl alt-porn feminism: SuicideGirls has already moved on to a new generation
- If you want to lose the ‘fright wig,’ try ditching your shampoo
- In honor of National Boss Day, thePhoenix.com presents the ultimate kingpins
- A bad Review of some campus elitists
- At 67, Plácido Dominingo makes his Boston concert Debut
- Goodbye, Friend
- Massachusetts may be beyond reform, but couldn’t Governor Patrick try a little harder?
- Valerie goes Down Under
- Brahms from Levine and Kissin, Emmanuel’s Bach B-minor Mass, the Cantata Singers’ Kurt Weill cabaret
- What the Bayside Glacier can teach us about Portland’s sewage problem
- Ramon Martinez, Bill Harley, Ren Whitaker, and Bob Fusaro
|
-
An interview with Persepolis creator Marjane Satrapi
-
Todd Haynes talks about his Dylan movie
-
A meditation on 400 years
-
Film in the Time of Oprah
-
Richard Kelly on The Box, the Jag, and the critics at Cannes
-
Richard Kelly goes for broke in Southland Tales
-
Get out your hankies
|
- Nobody knows
- Unforgettable direction
- A bloodless slasher flick
- A limp comedic effort
- Big screen fairy tale
- Majesty and manure
- Clear and serene
- Hilariously good gorefest
- FirstWorks sends in the puppets
|
|
|
|