Why do talented directors abandon their vision and fly all the way to Hollywood to slowly kill their creative drive? Kar Wai Wong shot his first American production a few years back and it left me with the thought of a dwarf on a procrustean bed; as if he was trying to transplant his usual dreamy imagery in the deep American desert.
He was bound to be sucked in the labyrinth of New York and the sandy south and his work compromised by all the dialogue and the mish-mash of different characters parading throughout the film. The motif of lost love runs through the stories of all the people that Elizabeth runs into but it all feels forced and premeditated, especially the ending.
"How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye.[pause] I didn't say anything. I just walked away.
-Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?
-Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there.
He was bound to be sucked in the labyrinth of New York and the sandy south and his work compromised by all the dialogue and the mish-mash of different characters parading throughout the film. The motif of lost love runs through the stories of all the people that Elizabeth runs into but it all feels forced and premeditated, especially the ending.
"How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye.[pause] I didn't say anything. I just walked away.
-Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?
-Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there.
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