The saddest film that doesn't have a war in the center that I've seen so far: scenes from the life of the disabled living in abject poverty in China. Raises a lot of questions but also just makes you understand that life and little pleasures will grow everywhere, like weak grass through the asphalt. But damn. My heart is full and drained right now, all at the same time.
The faces of those forgotten. A remarkable odyssey through the life of those who live on the very edges of the fastest growing economy on earth, one that leaves them further and further behind. Yet, amidst all of the changes echoes of the past, of tradition, of family continue to endure into the present. This is the opposite side of the coin we are usually shown of Chinese society. Not so different than any other.
I found it hard to know what to make of this movie. Without additional context or background knowledge, I'm not sure the focal couple can be taken as representative of anything in particular. Thus, it plays out more like a character study than a sociological statement. However, it does offer many moments of insight. The titular Fortune Teller has a sly way about him that makes it seem he is playing to the camera.