My Blueberry Nightmares

Awful Awful Awful.

Beyond terrible.

This is going to be a quick and dirty post.

At 90 mins, the movie feels padded, what with half the movie shot at 48fps.

Kar Wai explores new lows in acting, exposition, storylessness, general wankery, and the ancient philosophy of keys and doors. Also, Jude Law douchebaggery is really explored.

Norah, don’t act. Ever. Again.

Jude Law should only act in movies where someone takes a nice oar to the backside of his head in the middle of the Mediterranean.

Accents up the wazoo. Brit Rachel Weisz phoning in a Cliff’s notes southern accent (that’s all drawl, without consistency or nuance) when she’s supposed to be from Memphis. I think I could see her dialect coach in the corner of the frame, reciting the lines and guiding the inunciation.

Same with Natalie. I will do anything for you love but I won’t do that!
Felt like she walked off the set of …