Contrasting Purple Butterfly’s experimental aesthetics, Spring Fever’s raw storytelling retains focus on repressed adolescents in censorial society: there politically, here sexually; so too its drama subdued, wandering like its hopeless, drunken spring nights. Excess lingerment on Lou’s part, yes; choppy - mise en scene over scenario - but its unflinching portrait deems it one of the more honest depictions of gay relationships - let alone illicit, adolescent or pertinent to modern China - in memory, not to mention the gorgeous images often produced by its camera.
A haunting and beautifully observed portrait of forbidden romance through a love triangle between 2 men and a woman.