MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS, fireworks, and LE GAI SAVOIR

I've heard Norah Jones sing in concert. Who taught her how to sing that way? She does sing quite sublimely. Her singing can be heard in her first film, MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS by Chinese director WAI. Visually it is quite interesting at times. The camera blurs that which is magical: love.

MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS is a love story. It is, however, a film in which the actual characters and their names seem to be disjointed. The characters are somewhat cardboardish except for Jeremy, Jude Law's Englishman who runs a cafe which has blueberry pie for beautiful young women who want to lose the keys to their boyfriend's apartments. It is, after all, New York City.

Nonetheless what I liked about MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS was the fact that a beautiful girl such as Elizabeth (Jones) could be dumped by someone her age for a another type of girl her age. This does seem vapid but every woman who has ever seen love flail when it seemed to solid will understand. A cute, mature English guy is the answer to most of the problems of women of English language-dominated cultures.

But, if you speak French, a French guy will do. While people were setting off fireworks around me, I was watching Godard's LE GAI SAVOIR. Another piece of never-ending genius is this film. Brechtolian and yet a collage of images and sound, LE GAI SAVOIR is a play without a play within the lives of two players and history.