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I had to come to Metro Walk a few days ago to meet a friend.

She pointed me to some of ’em candy stores, out of which I got:

1) Do The Right Thing (the Spike Lee classic – gangsters and mafiosos galore! at last! at last! thank you Lord!)

2) The Usual Suspects (anybody still remembers that line? “Who’s Keyser Soze?” did I spell that right? oh, and that killer line: “The biggest trick that the devil ever pulled…”, I can’t exactly remember the rest…)

3) Amelie (again! which I instantly gave to my friend, because the good word of our salvation must be spread!)

4) Bright Star (don’t really know if it’s good — but it’s John Keats’ life story, by Jane Campion, so it should be)

5) Dogma (this is the third time that I got a copy of this, on account of my two previous copies from Q only having Chinese and French audio; I got to test it in my friend’s player this time, and it’s finally gooooooood)

6) My Sassy Girl (in its much maligned Hollywood version, which I actually like – I need my dose of stuff like this every once in a while so excuse my mushy ass)

There was no way of bargaining in the damn place. Damn.

Oh well, all those treats should keep me wide awake for the next few nights.

Dogma, where God is a girl doing headstands on the lawn. Nice!

Aw, sh*t, I should’ve asked if they got My Blueberry Nights! The copy a kid made for me wouldn’t play. Oh, well.

So how do we end this?

Relax? See a movie?


*cartwheeling away*



On My Blueberry Nights


What can I say about My Blueberry Nights – with me apparently being three years late in discovering it, and with most critics having already beaten it up?

When I first read last month about Wong Kar Wai having made this film (which I actually thought was his latest), I wasn’t really excited about seeing it. It did get me curious, since it has Norah Jones in it, but even that curiosity wasn’t enough. And I did not run to the great Q to seek it, as I usually would –

because 2046 hurt really bad. And so did In The Mood For Love. And I haven’t recovered from both. And I haven’t forgiven Wong Kar Wai for that –

until, last night, I saw My Blueberry Nights. Yes, his trademark elements are all in, and they all delivered. Atmospherics all in place. Moody cinematography, moodier music. But this time, he makes it all work without the pain.

Ennui, weariness, is what the film broods on, and he takes it out for a road trip across America, marked by voice-overs of readings of postcards, and memorable stopovers in diners and bars and sidewalks and street corners.

And by the time it got back to where it started, I just found myself smiling. Smiling at a Wong Kar Wai movie. Smiling with delight, joyful delight, at a Wong Kar Wai movie. For the first time.

And that is just about all I can say about My Blueberry Nights without gushing (if I haven’t) and giving it all away. Nevermind that it’s three years late.

And if you haven’t seen it, don’t wait for three years. Go. See. Hear.