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On DVD: “My Blueberry Nights,” “The Free Will”

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07012008_myblueberrynights.jpgBy Michael Atkinson

Nobody seemed quite capable of dismissing or faintly praising, then dismissing “My Blueberry Nights” (2007) fast enough when it wandered into American theaters this April — it was as if the collective unconscious had decided to make Wong Kar-wai pay in little cuts for both the demanding ordeal he put us all through with “2046” and for the hubris he subsequently displayed by daring to shoot his next film in the U.S., in English, and casting an inexperienced pop star (Norah Jones) in the lead. Fortunately, the film press one-upmanship has already faded into the disposable past, and the movie remains with us, nothing less than a blessing, a quintessentially Wongian daydream of romantic suspension and sweet lyrical conceits. If you require the Hong Kong context and the Cantonese-with-subtitles with your balladeering Wongness, you’re just an import film slummer — “My Blueberry Nights” plays like a trip-around-the-world continuation of “Chungking Express,” “Fallen Angels” and strands of “2046,” just roaming into a new milieu, the differences of which are minimal compared to the universalities.

From the very first extended sequence — when the lovably relaxed Manhattan diner owner Jeremy (Jude Law) modestly regales heartbroken nowhere girl Elizabeth (Jones) about the jar of keys on his counter (left by wrecked lovers but never retrieved), and how he, heartbroken as well, stays at the restaurant waiting for his girl’s return because his mother taught him to simply remain in one place if he were ever lost — you know you’re seeing the world in Wong’s terms. He’s one of the few filmmakers working that gets away with virtually anything — sentimentality, story hopscotchings, soundtrack repetition, characters implausibly defined by their deranged obsessions, barroom drowsiness — because he approaches his fanciful, poetical narrative ideas with the conviction of a penitent. He may seem in some ways to be the young Jean-Luc Godard’s dream director, intoxicated by iconic images and movie-movie essence, but the difference is, Wong means it. Godard had his romantic genuineness and ate it, ironically, too, but Wong is the patron saint of lovelorn storytelling, the Piaf of new-millennium film.

Typically, Wong didn’t know if Jones could act (he’d just heard her music) or if novelist Lawrence Block could write screenplays (Wong had only read his crime novels), but both could, making me wish this is the way every movie was made, motored by romantic impulse and intuition. As Elizabeth spirals out away from the diner and its comforting late-night servings of otherwise untouched blueberry pie, running away from her pain to Tennessee and Vegas, she encounters twin lost souls, Rachel Weisz and Natalie Portman (the three could be sisters), and gets involved in their self-destructive stories, as if passing through funhouse mirrors and seeing alternate versions of how her life could’ve turned out. There’s an effortless sense built in here that whatever story we carry around with us, it mixes with and collides into other stories — a terribly mature vision in the modern movie sphere for which Wong is rarely given enough credit. Every mundane thing, like a wrong number Jeremy calls looking for Elizabeth, is an occasion for a quiet swatch of poignancy.

“My Blueberry Nights” is, characteristically, a stew of sublime eloquence, overripe dramatics, smudge-edited mood, jukebox jouissance and raw gorgeousness, and picking it apart seems akin to insulting a beautiful woman for her tear-streaked mascara. It’s a refreshingly sexless movie, but nonetheless world-weary. Likening it, and Wong’s project altogether, to contemporary poetry is not stretching too far — the work is a battle waged against everyday complaisance, frustration and bitterness, everything that prevents us from seeing the lovely, life-valuable nature of a broken heart, a romantic obsession, a symbolic devotion (in Wong, it’s often a devotion to food), a gesture of warmth. Frankly, I don’t understand what it is about movies that I’m supposed to love if it isn’t this.

07012008_thefreewill.jpg“Love” isn’t a word you’d apply to Matthias Glasner’s “The Free Will” (2006), a nearly three-hour German film that won a Silver Bear at Berlin and which opens with a 10-minute rape scene that’ll make mold grow fast on your swoony pie-eating. Temperamentally restrained if not structurally remarkable, Glasner’s unblinking sojourn follows the balding, bulky, hollow-eyed perp Theo (co-writer Jürgen Vogel) out of prison years later, and into a halfway house and the free world, where every social moment pulses with the possibility of indulged compulsion and recidivist disaster. (He routinely stalks women into the subways and does nothing, like a recovering addict still unable to resist a tiny taste of dope.) He’s virtually mute from fear and awkwardness, but, unlikely as it seems, he meets a woman practically as socially immobilized as he. Nettie (Sabine Timoteo) is his factory boss’ daughter, and a willowy, squinty wastrel who, it’s obvious without us being told, has been the exploited sexual plaything of every man she’s ever known, including her father.

Glasner maintains a relentless focus, and has some inspired ideas — the magnificent, almost five-minute one-shot scene in which the new couple wordlessly spars in a jiu-jitsu gym accelerates into a revelatory crescendo, all of it happening on Timoteo’s body and face. But Glasner’s primary weapon here is the shock of counterintuitively positioning his very serious film, and its web of empathic effects, around a helpless sociopath. The wonder and relief we muster when Theo enters into a caring relationship against all odds is poisoned when he impulsively rapes again; it’s realistic enough, but does Glasner have a point? Is there a thematic point to be made about compulsive sexual violence? There is if you see the film as being a critique of a masculinized society, and Theo as being a walking metaphor for every man’s inner ape. But I’m not sure — Glasner is very specific and very intimate with his character. Our sympathies are put under even more dire stress later in the film, when Nettie confronts Theo’s victim; the most appalling scene in the film doesn’t involve Theo directly, and also borders on misogyny so intense it makes your eyes burn. What would’ve happened in this movie if it’d been made by a woman? (It might not have had the basic plot shape of “An American Werewolf in London,” which is in any case hardly a drawback, even to a film this grim.) You get the feeling Glasner was lighting house fires for the sake of raising questions about motivation and viewer complicity and social responsibility, an agenda that could make him, with some seasoning, the next generation’s Michael Haneke.

[Photos: “My Blueberry Nights,” Weinstein Company, 2007; “The Free Will,” Benten Films, 2008]

“My Blueberry Nights” (Genius Products – The Miriam Collection) and “The Free Will” (Benten Films) are now available on DVD.

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Final Countdown

The Best Of The Last

Portlandia Goes Out With A Bang

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The end is near. In mere days Portlandia wraps up its final season, and oh what a season it’s been. Lucky for you, you can watch the entire season right now right here and on the IFC app, including this free episode courtesy of Subaru.

But now, let’s take a moment to look back at some of the new classics Fred and Carrie have so thoughtfully bestowed upon us. (We’ll be looking back through tear-blurred eyes, but you do you.)

Couples Dinner

It’s not that being single sucks, it’s that you suck if you’re single.

Cancel it!

A sketch for anyone who has cancelled more appointments than they’ve kept. Which is everyone.

Forgotten America

This one’s a “Serial” killer…everything both right and wrong about true crime podcasts.

Wedding Planners

The only bad wedding is a boring wedding.

Disaster Hut

It’s only the end of the world if your doomsday kit doesn’t include rosé.

Catch up on Portlandia’s final episodes on demand and at IFC.com

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Rev Up

Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Give Back

Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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GIFs via Giphy, Photos via The Everett Collection

It’s the final countdown to Christmas and thanks to IFC’s movie marathon all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you can revel in classic ’80s films AND find inspiration for your last-minute gifts. Here are our recommendations, if you need a head start:

Musical Instrument

Great analog entertainment substitute when you refuse to give your kid the Nintendo Switch they’ve been drooling over.

Breakfast In Bed

Any significant other or child would appreciate these Uncle Buck-approved flapjacks. Just make sure you’re not stuck on clean up duty.

Cocktail Supplies

You’ll need them to get through the holidays.

Dance Lessons

So you can learn to shake-shake-shake (unless you know ghosts willing to lend a hand).

Comfy Clothes

With all the holiday meals, there may be some…embigenning.



Get even more great inspiration all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC, and remember…