Ellen DeGeneres: Friend To The Animals & other: June 2008

Artist: Mattafix

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Signs Of A Struggle

Year: 2005
Tracks: 14

Though Mattafix's Marlon Roudette and Preetesh Hirji come from different backgrounds (Roudette grew up on the island of St. Vincent, where he studied the steel drums, spell Hirji was born to Indian parents in London and was spell-bound by the reckoner), as a band they play urban, poppy music that fits in perfectly on European radio receiver. After merging each other ane day in a transcription studio apartment, the two became friends and decided to take off a ring. Calling themselves Mattafix, a derivative instrument of the West Indian construction "matter fixed," the chemical group released the unmarried "Big City Life" in the summer of 2005, and the song, a mix of island beat and unobjectionable production, was shortly existence played crossways Continental airwaves. Their debut uncut, Signs of a Struggle, came out a few months later, and after a year or so of touring Mattafix began writing and recording their next LP, Rhythm & Hymns. Though the album came out in November of 2007, the duo released the charity individual "Living Darfur" in collaboration with the groups Save Darfur and Crisis Action, in hopes of upbringing sentience about the ongoing conflict there.

Louis Chen and Ya Dong

It's always a tightrope when foreign filmmakers, particularly those from the Hong
Kong market, come to American shores to ply their trade. Though it doesn't appear
that Wong Kar Wai is going to be setting up shop permanently in Hollywood (nobody's
going to be after him to direct the next Die Hard installment), My Blueberry Nights marks his
first English-language film, with an entirely American and British cast. It shows
that the director is not just a foreign-language specialty, his gifts are quite apparent
even when the veil of mystery is lifted for English-speaking audiences once the subtitles
are gone. However, My Blueberry Nights also shows that for all Wong's rightly vaunted
abilities and passionate sense of cinema, there are some glaringly obvious rough
patches in his approach, brought into sharp relief by transplanting the action from
the teeming streets of Hong Kong to the wide open spaces of America, where his instincts
for actors seem less sure.

An odd road movie of sorts that spends most of its time hanging around in diners,
bars, and casinos (and precious little of it on the road), My Blueberry Nights will be
noted in many quarters for it being the feature film-acting debut of jazz chanteuse
Norah Jones. To put it briefly: No actress is she. Playing a lovelorn young woman
named Elizabeth, she first shows up in a Brooklyn diner run by Jeremy, a charming Manches
ter immigrant played with the expected lighthearted dash by Jude Law. In the middle
of a breakup, Elizabeth moons about the caf� eating the excellent pie (best in the
city!) and chatting with Jeremy, winning his heart even as hers is breaking over some
body else. Then Elizabeth ups and skips out, landing next in Memphis, where she waitresses
at a caf� and a bar, telling everyone she's working two jobs to save up for a car.

Although the first segment is supposed to be this episodic tale's romantic backbone,
it stands in weak relief against the Memphis-set scenes. There, Elizabeth meets a
sad drunk named Arnie, played with masterful ease by David Strathairn, who seems
able to wring more pathos out of a glance than Law can in three pages worth of dialogue.
The stormy cause of Arnie's trauma, his ex-wife, comes whipping into the bar in the
form of Rachel Weisz, performing here on utter screaming overdrive and ratcheting
what had been a moody jazz number up into a raucous electric blues howler. Later, Elizabeth
washes up in the Nevada desert at a down-at-the-heels casino where she falls in with
a bleach-blonde cardsharp played by Natalie Portman with all the jagged edges of
a young Sharon Stone. Meanwhile, Elizabeth sends cryptic postcards back to Jeremy,
pining handsomely behind his diner counter.

The whole affair can appear terribly artificial, of course, what with all those iconic
bar and diner scenes, the wind-whipped desert of Nevada sequence, and the soundtrack
of Ry Cooder, Motown, and jazz standards by Jones herself. Wong keeps himself from fa
lling down the same trap of freeze-dried Americana that some foreign directors like
Wim Wenders always seem to do, and he's able to do that by hewing to the same kind
of potent heartbreak that nailed down overstylized romances like In the Mood for
Love and 2046. True, the look of My Blueberry Nights suffers somewhat from not having Wong's
usual cinematographer Christopher Doyle on deck, but Darius Khondji does admirable
work nonetheless (those close-ups of ice-cream melting in rivulets into pie). Wong's
decision to film on location across the country pays off also; although he could have easily
reconstructed most of the film's sets on a Toronto backlot, there is a certain grit
of authenticity visible behind these admittedly melodramatic stories (scripted with
a pulp writer's punch and occasional laziness by mystery author Lawrence Block).

What doesn't work in any way, really, is Jones herself. Given the dialogue's sometimes
over-obvious nature, Jones's blank expression and dull line readings bring little
to the party; she is only occasionally juiced into more expressive performance when
the actor playing opposite (particularly Strathairn and Portman) is working in overdrive.
It's a nearly soulless bit of acting, and frustrating because of how it hampers the
film from ever really taking flight. As a first English-language film, My Blueberry
Nights is mostly a success, though set apart from Wong's previous work in that it won't
have people coming back over and over again. The film does, however, whet one's appetite
for what might come next.

It's the rhubarb days that get you down.

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