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Friday, May 17

My Blueberry Nights

This movie won't leave you breathless, nor will it turn your movie watching night into a memorable one, but it will definitely make you wish for blueberry pie with ice-cream. And just as Caramel's opening scenes melt into the yellowish shades of the decadent desert, Wong Kar-Wai’s first English picture makes a mouth-watering intro into the world of blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream. It is not the first time food, especially desert, is used in a metaphorical way in movies since there has always been a sensual relation between the sweetness of love and that of savoury dishes.

The story is as easy as pie: girl with broken heart cries on the English shoulder of boy, who mesmerises her with his curly hair, perfect smile and blueberry pie; not ready to move on, girl embarks on a road trip across America in search of lost self and encounters other tormented souls. Blueberry pies easily grow into addiction so Elizabeth - the girl- cannot stay away forever since her heart sinks at the prospect of more desert and romance. Healing takes time and distance but Elizabeth and Jeremy (Jude Law) do not grow apart and keep in touch by wistful postcards.

The people Elizabeth (Norah Jones) meets are as bruised and emotionally damaged as she is and each story is about a sort of addiction: to smoking, to drinking or to gambling. Eating blueberry pie seems to be the least harmful pleasure you can indulge yourself in. The heartbroken cop, David Strathairn, and his former wife, Rachel Weisz, then the compulsive gambler, Natalie Portman draw Elizabeth's mind into different directions and help her overcome her grief and find her path. At least, this is the message though her performance lacks strength and is predictable to a certain extent. However, despite the slow pace, the lazy dialogues and the inability to get the viewer to connect to the plot, the movie has a great soundtrack that melts into the gooey blueberry pie and ice cream.

One image that will stick forever to my mind is that of Elizabeth sleeping, her lips slightly parted and covered in a drizzle of cake that are so inviting and sensuous. As far as the trip she takes across America, I believe the director is better at bringing interiors to life rather than painting the outdoor; so the glimpses of the cities Elizabeth travels to, do not have the strength of the room corners or walls that throb with emotion in In the mood for love, one of his previous pictures. It may not be Wong Kar-Wai’s best movie so far but it makes a good choice for mellow nights in, when you would rather pass up the chance of painting the town red. 
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