Hong Kong. A voice off-camera looks back ten years to 2001, when Vicky was in an on-again off-again relationship with Hao-Hao. She’s young, lovely, and aimless. He’s a slacker. Cigarettes and alcohol fuel her nights. We see bits of her life: when Hao-Hao steals his father’s Rolex and the police detain them; when she gets a job as a club hostess, where she meets Jack, who becomes her patron and protector; when Hao-Hao comes to the club, insisting on talking to her; when she visits Yubari, Japan, for its film festival in the dead of winter; when Jack must go to Japan to straighten out trouble caused by one of his acolytes. Does Vicky have any expectations? Does time simply pass? —IMDb
Director Hou Hsiao Hsien, in a 1988 New York Film Festival World Critics Poll, was voted one of three directors who would most likely shape cinema in the coming decades. He has since become one of the most respected, influential directors working in cinema today. In spite of his international renown, his films have focused exclusively on his native Taiwan, offering finely textured human dramas that deal with the subtleties of family relationships against the backdrop of the island’s turbulent, often bloody history. All of his movies deal in some manner with questions of personal and national identity, particularly, “What does it mean to be Taiwanese?” In a country that has been colonized first by the Japanese and then by Chiang Kai-Shek’s repressive Nationalist Government, this question is pregnant with political connotations.
Hou was born to a member of the Hakka ethnic minority in southern Guangdong province in mainland China, but his parents emigrated to Kaohsiung, Taiwan… read more
An eerily accurate emotional portrait of Gen X burnout creeping into millennial angst. No Facebook or texting yet, but the feeling of being trapped within a flashy neon world, where privacy erodes faster than the wetlands as the things that keep us in touch also don't give us a moment's peace. Hou's camera so rarely cuts where I think it will, yet the new placement always makes a kind of geometric sense. Lovely.