I’m a big Wong Kar Wai fan, and as such I thoroughly enjoyed his English language film My Blueberry Nights. Sure, it’s basically some bits from Chungking Express (1994) rearranged and translated into English, but it’s still good. Maybe Wong’s love for having characters communicate exclusively through wistfully bittersweet personal anecdotes doesn’t entirely translate to the American milieu, but on the other hand, Natalie Portman.

One thing that occurred to me while watching some of Wong’s films. If you take some of the scenes about male characters and replace the music with, say, the soundtrack from Friday the 13th, you pretty much have the backstory of a serial killer.

Take Jeremy from Blueberry Nights. He’s a British guy in New York, played by Jude Law. He runs a diner, and he can’t remember people’s names but he remembers them by what they order. He keeps a fishbowl full of abandoned house keys on a shelf behind the counter. He spends his nights watching footage from the diner’s security camera, and he keeps his favorite tapes. And every couple of weeks he picks up a prostitute and knifes her to death in the bathroom.

Okay, I made that last sentence up. But didn’t it follow on naturally from what came before? Or watch Wong’s segment from the incredibly misnamed anthology Eros (2004). Even with the standard soundtrack, I expected it to be the story of how the main character guy was inspired to make a woman suit out of real women.

“I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti!”