Feng liu yi dai

The most striking thing about this film is seeing the natural aging of the actors, but the collage of the different projects into a single film is rather shaky and risks turning off several people at the start of the film. Several bold choices from the directors, including the use of intertitles and what appear to be images taken from surveillance cameras. When we get to the end of the film, we can be moved and consider this project as a good film, especially with the evolution of the relationship between the two main characters, but the first part prevents us from being very generous for the rating of the work. Good use of music (it's more of a musical film than a dialogue film). Good soundtrack. Good finale.

This one is the real deal; our esteemed director (all of his projects are foremost "director's films") is one of the greats whom you can discuss in the same breath as Vigo and Varda without puffery.

Jia has a tremendous feel for the Chinese people and is able to capture the textures and rhythms of life there like few others I know. It's this humanity and curiosity, combined with incisive wit and subtle indictment of hypocrisy, that allow him to sidestep censorship of politicized content.

This movie could have been a slight and indulgent scrapbook, but the cast and creative teams--working over an extended schedule to make 'Boyhood' blush--keep the whole thing pitch perfect. Like that earlier milestone film, it's a movie almost without any big moments... and yet there is a vast catharsis that fills in during its latter half.

By the time it gets to the last shot, which I now count among my favorite final shots in cinema history, it achieves a sweeping and yet deeply personal sense of determination in the face of the unknown future we all face. I recommend you see it with a lot of people at a cinema.

This is a movie about smoking, chain smoking in fact, by people who don't even know how to smoke. Left overs from prior movies, or stuff shot when you were wandering the streets with a spare digital camera. Tie it up with shots of a woman staring out into space, walking around lost, eating. There's actually a narrative on a black & white screen like in old silent movies, except there's no story to tell.

There's actually a scene where the woman tries to get out of a bus, but some man keeps catching her and throwing her back in her seat. This is repeated at least 10 times, I guess there were 10 takes. Might as well use them all. Lots and lots of sentimental songs, shots of crumbling buildings, boats going down the river. Heard enough?

A meditation on love and passing time; a woman searches for her lost lover within the rubble of a deconstructed city as well as her own shattered memory, the Three Gorges Dam consumes cities whole just as time swallows people, women sing and dance in joy and hurt, and dreams surface and submerge again. Lives are changing, and we often don't notice.

Utilizing primarily b-roll and outtakes from previous films, Zhang-ke weaves a cerebral and imaginative tale. While I wish the material was all new and put together with more of a cohesive story in mind, I can't deny that Zhang-ke has a magical and mesmerizing touch in all that he does, even in his wandering. Seen at the Toronto International Film Festival.

A twenty year long project cobbling together home movies and professionally shot footage, "Beyond The Tides" is a meditation on the Chinese maintaining some semblance of their soul and culture in the face of relentless post-Communist industrialization, commerce, the Pandemic and imminent robotization. Two motifs are a group of karaoke women who function as a kind of Greek chorus on the passage of life and maintaining one's happiness in it all and a woman (or several different) left to prostitute, model or wonder in the country where they fit in to it all. Kind of fascinating but ultimately too fragmentary a collage to generate much enthusiasm. I was checking FB, IMDB trivia and sighing quite heavily well before it was over. Oh well.