More delicious romantic melancholy from Wong Kar-wai, with pork massages.
Makes me sad, but that sadness has nothing to do with the characters or what happens to those characters, it has to do with the aura of the movie. Creating an all-encompassing ambiance of exhaustion and sort-of existential melancholy is much more interesting than to create characters that project those feelings.
what a crazy lovely film. and yes it may look pointless or just like a superficial exercise of style but that's the surface. all those characters, basically lost but deeply charismatic, were trying to add some meaning to their lives and cope with their fears and loneliness, which is kinda what he did in Chungking Express. naturally, the cinematography, that reaches to the absolute perfection, gets all the attention.
I found heaps of attitude in this film yet very little content to match its energy, so much so that I ended up resenting its narrative carelessness, as much as I admire Mr. Wong's technique and the genius of Chris Doyle I couldn't help but feel vastly underwhelmed after it ended. It also didn't help that I held my expectations high for this film after the wonderful experience Chungking Express proved to be.
Again, random characters crossed each other, creating a little of drama, some humor, a few warm moments, ending up with questions about life, the temporary, the me-in-this-world. I can interpret this movie into a million things, or nothing at all, yet love it a lot both ways. It has the vibe of Chungking Express, but gives different, I would say, stronger sentimentality. A must-watch for Wong Kar Wai's fans!
This is kind of like a Chungking Express 2... just darker, moodier, and more sensual. Christopher Doyle never ceases to spoil my eyes. I swear he can make anything into eye candy. This was a great ride. Beautiful.
revisiting this movie, along with the rest of Wong Kar-Wai's films lately, i felt that this was his weakest of his early films, but then i saw Takeshi Kaneshiro's character towards the end of this movie and remembered why i love this movie so much and why Wong Kar-Wai is the best.
Perhaps cliche in writing about Kar-Wai like this at this point, but there was no other filmmaker who could express the late-night, drunk exhaustion of insomniacs (something he's lost actually). Glaring fluorescent light tubes dominate the vision. Again he expresses through sensual collage (he is cinema's true sensualist). The super 8 footage of the father is one of the most emotional moments in 90s cinema.