Wong's lurid lighting and Chungking-lite style and fragmented narrative are transplanted to America in this awkward pastiche of stateside stereotypes. Every tired American trope—idealistic romanticism of the late-night New York diner, drunken man at the bar, just-one-more-round gambler, road trip—makes a dutiful appearance here. It all feels incredibly superficial.
MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS isn't as bad as they said. It doesn't deserve all the hates. I think it's still a decent movie. MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS is sweet, heart-warming, and very enjoyable. Norah Jones (in her first movie) succeed to give an amazing performance. Not just her, everyone in here already gave their best performance. This movie looks like a Hollywood version of CHUNGKING EXPRESS. But it has more characters in here