Up next: reappraisals.
Often little outwardly remarkable, Tsai’s pensive, static realism, where characters emote more with gestures than dialogue, here conveys not just the longing, hopelessness, and the fleeting connections that act as a respite for a generation of alienated individuals, but the despair of the world. For that, it’s likely the most palpable Tsai I’ve encountered, if there truly is such a thing - indeed, a little sensibility goes a long way (in this case, all the way to Paris).
This film is nothing less than an experience in re-learning what it means to see. When constantly surrounded by several avenues of instant gratification, there isn’t much that is as consummately fulfilling as taking the time to devote your attention to a film like this.
Beautifully sad, poetically composed tale of three people whose lives become irrevocably intertwined - a watch seller, his superstitious mother, and the young woman he sells a watch to one fateful day before she flies away to Paris. Traces haunting connections between all three stories, often in single long takes, Tsai Ming-Liang gracefully weaves the stories together into something disarmingly beautiful.
I like to think of this as a celebration of silence, some scenes were just oozing with quiet beauty.
The right glance will always be more poignant than a thousand worthless conversations. Not a word wasted.. cinema does the talking. Beautiful style that of Ming-liang.