The too-neat screenplay doesn't allow for nearly as much improvisation as Wong's earlier Hong Kong reveries, but this impressionistic canvas is still profoundly sensuous and floridly vulnerable
Three years after 2046, Wong Kar-wai is not in love any more--and I for one am happy for him.
a languorously slow-baked affair
| Original Score: 3/5
It's a middling sort of experience at the movies.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
That's another thing about Wong: even when you're not quite sure what he's trying to say, or if he actually has anything to say, you get your money back in the beauty with which he says it.
El director de Con ánimo de amar y 2046 se traslada con éxito a Estados Unidos, donde filma una historia de amor sugestiva, íntima y encantadora.
[Norah Jones] is a blank presence -- she can't give the film the heart or soul it needs.
Saccharine, cliched, groaningly predictable and -- in short -- utterly abysmal.
A calorie-free snack masquerading as a substantial meal.
| Original Score: 2/5
Wong Kar Wai's visual style with its evocative mood is the mainstay of this lament to love, although its rambling narrative detracts from the film as a whole.
As visually lush and distinctive and enveloping as you would expect from a Wong Kar-wai film, with space for performances that have impact.
| Original Score: 3/4
Consider it Wong lite.
| Original Score: 6/10
What the film ends up feeling like is someone else's clumsy attempt to imitate Kar-Wai's style while missing out on his obsessive perfection and emotional depth.
My Blueberry Nights proves Norah Jones isn't ready for a movie career quite yet.
| Original Score: 2/4
It's not Kar-Wai's best work, but cast Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung in the leads, toss in subtitles and some of the same dissenters may be calling it his latest masterpiece.
| Original Score: 3.5/5
The story had promise but it ends up being half baked by a director who wants to show off that he went to film school.
My Blueberry Nights plays much like a dream; different vignettes fade into each other ... [but] nothing ever quite adds up.
| Original Score: B-
Wong's Hong Kong efforts are steeped in romanticism, but here, something clearly got lost in translation.
My Blueberry Nights at any length doesn't begin to answer the question why Jones, who seems nice in a bland, girl next door way, would ever be tapped to star in a movie.
It's essentially a gloriously romantic film made by a very romantic filmmaker who can see beauty where none supposedly exists.
| Original Score: 4.5/5