My Blueberry Night

There are many different ways to talk about love. There are some a director should stay away from. Love is strong, it's a powerful feeling, extreme, hard to seize. My Blueberry Nights is nothing of the kind. It's slow as hell, dull and shallow. The dialogs are pointless. A blueberry pie contains a romance. Yes it does. That's how you find yourself watching Norah Jones and Jude Law falling in love around a delicious blueberry pie with some ice cream on top of it. That very pie Jude cooks everyday in his restaurant, for customers who don't want it. But thank god! Norah comes and wants it. Such a romantic landscape. And there are some very exciting moments where you can see the pie mixing up with the ice cream in a sensual way, far more attractive an than Jude and Norah since the two new buddies don't really have anything to talk about.

Everything is said. There's nothing better than a blueberry pie to reveal a romance (keys maybe?). But blueberry pies also make romances much more complicated than they're ought to be, separating dumb lovers from each other, keeping them away from their true feelings. No, love is not only a blueberry pie. The movie certainly tries to depict the complexity of love. Love and cheating or love and death. These are quite depressing ways to show the hidden intensity of love. Love exists deep inside you but sometimes you're just not aware of it until some unpleasant or terrible event happens and takes away from you the object of your love. Then you start worshiping something you never concretely had, missing a person you never treated as you wish you had, your heart starts burning for a lost cause and this cause is love. I don't think you need to eat blueberry pies every night and cross half the U.S. by yourself to realize that.