Here we see the young Zhang Ke Jia starting to get loose, his first steps. I think he even shot chronologically because the movie itself gets closer to the style that we all know he has. How the individual gets blend or jumps in his surrounding like in Antonioni; but here the question is more political than philosophical: the revolution and how the individual trapped, not even knowing that he is trapped. Or is it more our Easter lenses that makes them look like this? Aesthetically the textures of the regime walls are almost like abstract expressionism. What I like the best about this film is the relationship that starts between Xiao Wu and Mei Mei, is frankly endearing. Not one actor, just common people.