Sublime suspension.
A very satisfying affair: here's the first project where Kar-Wai Wong found his groove with the Spanish notion of metastory, the story about how one hesitates in resolving what they see in life. And how that is a matter of touch. And how touch is word and how one can touch and speak with the eye.
The first project with Doyle. And with Maggie. In a way, the first version of "Mood/2046." I think no one understands cinematically suspended longing like this man. When you enter this, you enter a space where everything is connected, every connection is passionately loaded and seen. But there is no logic, no comprehension, no future. Ever.
Its anti-love but fulfilling nonetheless. Its empty in a rich way. Its about created selves in the French New Wave sense, but those selves then being honestly inhabited.
If you love, really love, it has to rest on the earth in some way. There seem to be only a few ways to rest, the usual one being a matter of anchors and roots. This is different, a matter of frictionless liquidity a local zone of antigravity where the love seems fixed by never really touches the planet. There are several metaphors in the story along these lines.
We may not have the courage to love in this way even if we are among the few who chance love at all. But it is a rather sublime visit, this.
Ted's Evaluation -- 3 of 3: Worth watching.
