It isn’t quite the masterpiece that Yang’s next several films would be, but as a debut film it’s a remarkable achievement. And Chang, buried as she is under a truly outstanding 1980s perm, gives one of her best performances.
Elaborately weaving in and out of narrative threads with novelistic intricacy, Yang’s structurally developed and scintillating cinematic feature debut tells the dual-edged feminine strife of deserting patriarchal norms and maturing in bloom of womanhood amongst modernist, self-serving opportunism, wilting romance and family over generations with no ease of conscience nor gain.
a gradual dissolução das matrizes idealistas para entrar no mundo adulto em que tudo é jogo, dissimulação, poder, hipocrisia. até a hora da virada. até você perceber, num breve momento, naquele dia na praia, que a presença também é cura e cada mínima manifestação está encharcada de vida.
Finally got to see this at this year's Taipei Golden Horse Film Festival (Sylvia Chang tribute). Instead of going into an incoherent ramble, I'll just say ... wow. And for a first movie. The print quality was rather poor, with subtitles barely readable. Maybe Marty will have to rescue this too.
Spoken languages are actually Mandarin, Taiwanese, German, and Japanese.