Jones is usually at her best when she looks to the past for inspiration.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly why Days of Being Wild doesn’t quite move me like Wong’s other films.
The album often emphasizes the heavy influence of traditional country and roots forms in Jones’s music.
The softer they come, the softer they fall.
Wah Do Dem is a brief, peripatetic love letter to Jamaican tropes scrawled on hemp stationary.
The album is about as edgy as recent albums by Aimee Mann and Rosanne Cash.
Like slogging through a pool of molasses, My Blueberry Nights may or may not wreck your love affair with Wong Kar-wai.
Wong’s sense of artistic priorities is the true subject of My Blueberry Nights.
My man Wong Kar-wai’s style is ossifying faster and more depressingly than my gal Joan Crawford’s mug did back in the day.
Norah Jones has given more than just an offhand indication that she’s ready to break out of her Starbucks niche.