My Blueberry Nights was absolutely gorgeous. i loved its essence, jazz notes tinkering on the piano, camera angles peeping from behind frosted windows and doorways, as if you were really there observing the characters. the colours - there was every shade, all these strange ones like turquoise and electric purple that you don’t see in films anymore. conversations were brief, and there were all these pauses and looking instead of doing, but that is how real life is, we are more often observers than in action.
the story was very simple, not much action or plot happening. but that is exactly how i liked it; a good old fashioned love-story at its heart.
on another note, i am seriously considering to switching to blogspot even though it sounds so teen and un-cool... wordpress is driving me crazy with its inability to customize how it looks and i am a total bimbo. because looks are VITAL. but i can't even change the font or the background which is idiotic. i miss atspace, too bad it was so unreliable.
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