Essential cinema. Has the melancholy of desire and 'days gone by' ever been captured as beautifully? Wong's film is the perfect example of the marriage between exceptional editing (William Chang) and daring exquisite cinematography (Christopher Doyle). Sublime performances, remarkable artistry, moving score and such a gorgeous wardrobe. This is an elegy for love.
Probably one of the most beautiful movies I've seen or will ever see. The colour, the costumes, and the set design were breathtaking and vivid. The plot though some can perceive as slow moving was tantalizing to me as it delved very deep into the souls of the two main characters.
One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, a sumptuous collage of super-saturated hues, textiles, textures. Faces half-seen within mirrors within doorways within shots as close and claustrophobic as illicit love, secrecy, moral pressure. Repeated verticals, divisions, columns, shadows, bars all speak of entrapment and enclosure. The steady panning of time, the violin score a swallowed longing...
The attention to detail in literally every single shot in this movie is amazing. The way Wong Kar-Wai fills the "empty space" is a sight to withhold and I'll bet you'll remember this one as his finest work till date. The symbolic use of colors like red, green (change) and blue (sadness), the shot, through hallways, glass and narrow streets...Crazy.
Almost feels like a mystery film, where the characters are in search for specific moments, in an ocean of countless others. When were they betrayed, when did they realise it, when did they themselves fall in love. One of my favorite element is how she instantly notices her boss' new tie, yet she only realizes her husband's change of interest until it's too late. It's as if to say, the eyes are quicker than the heart.
Uncaptivating nor engaging relationship drama that's squarely about what it's about. Details are often obvious in meaning, and thus, it quickly becomes labored and repetitive, hammering its purpose home, ad-nauseam. The dialogue is either banal, too pointed, or not pointed enough. The style is either indulgent slow-mo or too congested. Never a good balance. Give me even commercial romantic directors over this dreck.