Showing posts with label Gong Li. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gong Li. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2026

Saturday Fiction (Lan xin da Ju yuan)


 



















Director Lou Ye

Lou Ye and Gong Li

Gong Li

Mark Chao, Lou Ye, and Gong Li

Lou Ye, Gong Li, and Pascal Greggory














 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SATURDAY FICTION (Lan xin da Ju yuan)                       B+                                            China  (126 mi)  2019  d: Lou Ye

So mysterious, so full of secrets.

Lies!  Deceit!  Murder!  Betrayal!  Espionage!  What’s not to like about this murky and shadowy presentation of Shanghai in the lead-up to the Japanese invasion of Pearl Harbor, specifically Shanghai’s “Isolated Island” period, with relatively neutral sanctuary corridors divided into an International Settlement and a French Concession, completely surrounded by Japanese-occupied territory following their 1937 invasion (Second Sino-Japanese War).  This film is drenched in tense mood and noirish atmosphere, appropriating the past with a contemporary sense, where nothing is as it appears, instead it’s a puzzle piece world of spies and counter spies, as China has become a treacherous wartime intelligence battlefield of camouflage and deceit for both the Allies and Axis Powers.  Taking three years to be screened in the United States after it premiered at the Venice Film Festival, seemingly lost in the pandemic, Ma Yingli’s screenplay is based on the novels Death of Shanghai by British-Chinese writer Hong Ying and Shanghai by Japanese writer Yokomitsu Riichi, creating a lurid picture of a city in flux that tries to present itself as going through normal activities, but underneath there’s a nefarious plan afoot to radically extend the theater of war into the Pacific, where the element of surprise is of utmost secrecy, a matter of national security, where lives are viewed as expendable in order to carry out this devious plan.  That is the backdrop for the return of iconic actress Jean Yu (Gong Li, once the darling of Chinese films in the 80’s and 90’s, best known for her creative-romantic relationship with Zhang Yimou in 8 films, or fellow Guangxi Film Studio graduate Chen Kaige in 3 films, providing yet another spellbinding performance) to Shanghai after an absence of many years, ostensibly to appear in the play Saturday Fiction directed by her former lover Tan Na (Mark Chao), who also plays the lead male role in the play, while the theatrical character resembles Marlene Dietrich, seen smoking while dressed like a man, wearing suspenders attached to trousers, featuring a dancing scene fueled by American jazz music that erupts into pure chaos on multiple occasions as reality intrudes, serving to remind audiences of the boundary between cinematic space and the real.  With captions counting down each day of the week of December 1, 1941, her Mata Hari-like goals are to free her ex-husband in prison (Zhang Songwen) and steal the shocking secret of the Japanese, dividing her time between the Lyceum theater and the luxurious Cathay Hotel in the French district (renamed the Peace Hotel after the war), which is entrenched in a hall of mirrors atmosphere, reflecting the paranoia and surveillance inherent in the setting, where every character in the hotel is hiding something, and no one can be fully trusted.  Somewhere in between she is accosted on the street by Bai Mei (Huang Xiangli), an aspiring actress, magazine reporter, and obsessed fan who has memorized all her lines in an attempt to ingratiate herself, craving to be allowed access to the rehearsals, and while viewed suspiciously, most likely a Nationalist (KMT) government agent with her own motives, whose leadership is simultaneously fending off a second front with the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) while fighting Japan, Jean Yu thinks she may be of some service due to the extreme difficulties of her tasks at hand, becoming essentially a living double in a relationship based on mutual exploitation.

This film is not presented in a conventional narrative style, but feels essentially abstract in nature, blurring the boundary between fiction and reality, with no musical score, shot in black and white by Zeng Jian, often with a shaky handheld camera, mostly in a darkened palette where humans are little more than shadows moving in the night, yet even in this subdued manner, Gong Li shines, as always, where something is driving her, bottled-up deep inside, yet her character remains as opaque as the film itself, like a hard-to-crack enigma.  “That woman is too mysterious,” a man says of her, “She’s like a box of secrets,” though near the end she ends up with a gun in her hand, fending off intruders, which is a completely different side of her, like seeing a gun-toting Ingrid Bergman in Ingrid Bergman Tribute: Casablanca (1942).  Existing somewhere between Lou Ye’s Tiananmen Square epic historical drama SUMMER PALACE (2006), which was banned in China, officially censoring the filmmaker for five years, and Ang Lee’s erotic WWII Shanghai spy thriller, Lust, Caution (Se, jie) (2007), this is a film built around international political intrigue, where swirling in the air are matters of extreme urgency, with a variety of languages spoken, including Mandarin, English, French, German, and Japanese, as characters come and go, often incoherently, creating an uncertain and suspended atmosphere, while at the same time recalling the complex historical moment that is the backdrop to the events of the film, yet what’s never in question is the infamous timeframe of the Pearl Harbor attack, or as President Roosevelt described it, “a date which will live in infamy.”  While that incident is never seen, it’s a precarious time in history, giving what we do see an undercurrent of gravity, as little is otherwise known about the dates that precede such a momentous moment in history, as that seems to be of special fascination for the director, where the people living in these times are completely unaware of what’s about to happen, instead they are simply living their lives as usual, following their daily routines and pursuing their goals, interweaving the destinies of different people during complex times, dividing time between the spaces of the theater and hotel, while also moving between on-stage and off-stage.  The film is entirely fictional, with a surprise twist at the end, where information is obtained through a mysterious use of hypnosis, with Jean Yu in yet another disguise, yet she refuses to pass along the information to her superiors, maintaining her allegiance to China, which needed outside military intervention to fend off the stranglehold of the Japanese military occupation.  What’s never in doubt is the star status of actress Gong Li, who is catered to like an international star, yet underneath the surface, with its myriad of changing characters, it’s hard to get a read, even between good and evil, as there are so many artificial façades, betrayals, mysteries, and enemies, where the only certainty is the deception in the air, with a supreme challenge of shooting on real locations, recreating the year 1941 in the heart of metropolitan Shanghai.  We are reminded that Stanley Kwan already made a love letter to the city of Shanghai in Everlasting Regret (Changhen ge) (2005), also shooting on real locations in contemporary times, but due to the rapidly modernized face of the city, most of the only remaining preserved historical sites were indoors.

What prevents this from being more greatly appreciated is the meandering style, where the fragmented editing can be jarring, subversively using a combination of long takes and jump cuts, mirroring the past and the present, freely moving between Jean Yu’s mysterious stage performance and her own dealings as a saboteur, as the secrets she holds are matched by the theatrical secrets she plays on stage, yet what’s remarkable is that the director always concerns himself with the contemporary post-socialist society in which he lives, offering a veiled critique underneath the historical theatricality.  According to the director notes, Lou has made a film “about the destinies of different people during a time of complex world crisis,” which speaks to the present as much as the past.  From the beginning, theater, politics, and human relations appear linked under an artificialized idea of performance that makes it difficult to achieve truth, as theater and espionage are shown as equivalent worlds of fiction, yet the filmmaker continually provides Yu’s female eyewitness perspective (rare in male-dominated spy movies), elevating the level of ambiguity from reality and performance, as well as history and fiction, with the Japanese becoming increasing violent and aggressive, especially towards the Chinese, their sworn adversaries, with Japanese imperialist forces oppressing the seemingly peaceful neutral Isolated Island of Shanghai, unleashing sweeping attacks at specified targets.  At the center is General Furuyama (Joe Odagiri), a target of the film’s spy operations, who is a bit of a blank slate, despite efforts to flesh out his character with a tragic backstory, yet extracting vital military communication codes from such a high ranking intelligence officer appears to be Yu’s real agenda, assisted by fellow Allied agent Saul Speyer (Tom Wlaschiha), disguised in the role of the Cathay Hotel’s manager as he welcomes Yu into the premises away from the prying eyes of paparazzi.  She is acting under the orders of French spymaster Frédéric Hubert (Pascal Greggory), who supervises Yu in her various missions, yet her intentions are anything but clear.  Constantly circling back to Tan Na’s theatrical production of Saturday Fiction, continually moving back and forth, intermingling the different perspectives, we are reminded that she remain as mysterious and inscrutable as possible, emphasizing that she is “unknowable,” a “woman of mystery,” always wondering what role she is playing now.  But once the wheels are set in motion, all hell breaks loose, feeling more like a noir-drenched dreamscape than any existing reality, as there are some beautifully staged, rain-drenched atmospheric moments, yet they are transformed into a John Woo-like hail of bullets, where it’s odd to see this much gunfire in an art film, though seeing Gong Li with a gun in her hand recalls the famous Jean-Luc Godard dictum, “All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun,” highlighting his belief that cinema requires only two core elements, sex and action, to create a compelling, audience-grabbing story.  Often associated with his French New Wave style, the premise suggests that complex plots are secondary to strong visual dynamics.  There’s a Nietzsche quote referenced in the film from Beyond Good and Evil, “Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love,” accentuating themes of obsession and theatricality, while also blurring the lines between reality and performance in this spy thriller, yet other than Li’s character, and the various transformations she undergoes, nothing is individualized, instead there’s an everchanging fatalistic landscape of deceit and betrayal as the dominoes start falling, erupting in a shocking amount of blood and violence.   

Note

The titular Saturday Fiction, also known as Libailiu, was a popular and highly influential literary magazine in China from 1912 to 1949, which flourished in Shanghai, largely consisting of serialized novels that focused on entertainment, romance, and scandal, targeting the urban middle class with recreational, rather than political or educational, purposes, explaining in its inaugural issue, “On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, everyone is engaged in their professions; only on Saturday and Sunday do they have leisure time to read novels.”  At the time this film takes place, it had temporarily ceased publication during wartime, already long forgotten, dismissed as escapist, reactionary, and decadent, becoming a footnote in history, with filmmaker Lou Ye reviving its memory by utilizing it in an intricate play-within-a-play structure.

Thursday, January 21, 2021

The Hand


 































THE HAND               B                                                                                                              Hong Kong  (Director’s cut 56 mi)  2004 d:  Wong Kar-wai 

Initially made as part of a three-film omnibus anthology entitled EROS by three different directors released at the Venice Film Festival in 2004, with the longest and most critically acclaimed section directed by Wong Kar-wai, the other two being Steven Soderbergh and Michelangelo Antonioni, each delivering a short film on an erotic mystique.  Wong Kar-wai expanded the film in a Director’s Cut to just under one hour, and is included in a larger retrospective of 7 newly restored films from Wong’s work entitled World of Wong Kar-wai, which will be followed by a Blu-Ray Criterion release in the spring.  Following the near unanimous praise for IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000), arguably his most acclaimed film, the director explores the visual theme of Cheongsam and seduction, set again in Hong Kong during the 60’s, following with a similar theme of repressed love, but sex is not hidden, and though there are no explicit sex scenes, it’s a central thread to this film.  Starring a barely recognizable Gong Li as a sought after Hong Kong courtesan Miss Hua, who uses her beauty and sexual allure to attract wealthy patrons who shower her with luxurious gifts in order to maintain a lavish lifestyle, a brief window into her world is seen through Chang Chen as Xiao Zhang, a terribly shy yet discreet apprentice tailor who custom designs her own cheongsam dresses that fit her like a glove, working exclusively for her, delivering them personally, often seen waiting patiently, sitting alone at a nearby table to the sounds of passionate lovemaking or tempestuous arguments, with faceless men leaving in a hurry.  His first encounter sets the stage for what follows, aroused by the sounds he hears, as she notices under his clothes a more than avid interest, so she takes advantage of his innocence, taking control of the power dynamic by first humiliating him before slowly masturbating him with her hand, reminding him to remember the pleasure he feels now when he designs each dress for her.  From that moment on he’s under her spell, mesmerized by her all-encompassing sensuousness, like a fantasy woman of his dreams, even though she belongs to others more wealthy and powerful, yet she manipulates them to do what she wants.  His status as a lowly worker stands in stark contrast to her prestigious lifestyle, yet the duty he feels for her is absolute devotion, where he is utterly committed to designing the most extravagantly beautiful dresses, as she needs to maintain her unquestioned status as the woman all eyes turn to in every room.  But her fortunes turn, with her health and reputation slowly declining from contracting tuberculosis, with much of the film shown in flashback, or told out of time, yet when all others abandon her, Zhang sits at her bedside, where her hand once again rekindles former passions, this time more openly and passionately, releasing their deeply repressed feelings for one another. 

Shot by longtime cinematographer Christopher Doyle, there are fewer wide-angle close-ups and less kinetic tracking than earlier films, slowing down the pace considerably, narrowing the focus between two characters, often seen together sitting still in a darkened room, feeling more subdued and detached from reality, as if living in their own secret world.  Frequent shots are shown of Zhang working alone sewing or hand-pressing the material, hunched over in an undershirt, where the degree of care and intimacy shown reveals the personal level of importance, where at times he may as well be making love to the dress.  Due to her changing health, her body size fluctuates as well, but he feels no need to measure, fully aware of her proportions, using only his hands to decipher exactly what’s needed.  Even within the same shot, much of what appears is fragmented, cut off from the whole, removing the head and feet while only accentuating the mid-section, creating a confusing choreography of fleeting moments or hands touching hands, existing only in the empty stillness, as few words are actually spoken.  What’s different than regular length Wong Kar-wai films are the transitions between scenes, feeling more abrupt here, not feeling nearly so seamless, where the editing can be jarring at times.  It’s hard not to think of Paul Thomas Anderson’s 2018 Top Ten List #10 Phantom Thread (2017), another film expressing a unique sexual fetishism in the fashion industry between a high-end tailor and his leading model, yet that film exists in an exclusive income level, while this reveals a pronounced difference in class status between a luxurious high-end call girl and a lowly tailor working in a sweat shop with a talent for providing the precise clothing attire she needs.  The unique relationships in both films reveal the how the close proximity of working together leads to repressed feelings of sexual desire, where each in some unexpressed and undefined way has a way of getting under the other’s skin and never for one second do they ever lose sight of that sense of urgency, never finding that same intensity level in any other aspect of their lives.  Typically, in Wong Kar-wai films, this elusive moment is fleeting, perhaps existing only in one’s imagination, never acting upon it, which is the reality for IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE, while in CHUNGKING EXPRESS (1994), Faye Wong is so head over heels for a certain policeman, which is enthusiastically shared with viewers, yet the object of her affection remains clueless for a good duration of the film, where the moody developments of unrequited love have become the director’s signature trademark in most of his films, accentuating a haunting loneliness in missed connections. 

Among the director’s least-seen efforts, a murky and hypnotic tale of obsession, repression, and class divisions, set in a cramped and dark hotel room, Wong has revealed in interviews that he considers writing the script, shooting, and editing to be one process.  “I’m trying to make a film with my own language.  Every film should be experimental… The way of making films is not adding, but taking out things I don’t like.  It’s not clear what I want, but it’s clear what I don’t want.”  While many raved and gushed over this movie, much of it is a lesser version rehash of IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE, adding an underlayer of a more overtly sexualized topic, bringing to the foreground a sex worker for hire as a lead, which is simply not as intriguing a story, with less developed production design.  A central character in nearly all of Wong’s films is the city of Hong Kong, a vibrant city of commerce and transience, as reflected in the neon-lights, fast food restaurants, gambling houses, nightclubs, and in this case the Palace Hotel, Miss Hua’s residence, illuminated by a dimly lit signboard from a small street lamp, with the camera accentuating silhouettes walking up the stairway entrance, exposing the dim light of a narrow hallway corridor, where the furniture and wallpaper become etched into one’s memory.  After a screaming match with one of her suitors, Miss Hua can be seen primping in the mirror, coiffing her hair, regaining her composure, with the director emphasizing shadows and color as well as mood and loneliness.  Over time, Zhang watches her age, squander away opportunities with several benefactors, and gradually fade away as she passes her prime years and loses her glamor, eventually growing ill, where it’s Zhang himself paying her hotel bill, becoming her silent caretaker.  His own life reveals a man dedicated to his profession and little else, as he remains an isolated and unmarried man, harboring secret desires for a woman who remains out of his reach.  Both are confined by their class and gender differences, which reveals a very limited set of possibilities.  Both lives represent unfulfilled longings, filled with regrets over lost possibilities.  In Wong Kar-wai films, they are more about the memory of love, as romance is viewed as such a fleeting experience that quickly fades into memory.  There is real eroticism expressed in this film, but the characters never experience any real happiness from it, separated by time and space and distance, most of their time spent alone in despairing lives tinged with sadness.  Certainly one remarkable aspect of the film is the use of Fassbinder’s musical composer Peer Raben, who changes things up just a bit, foregoing the quiet poetic lyricism of his early films, writing instead swirling music for strings, ♫ Peer Raben - Concerto Alevta YouTube (3:55), with Wong adding Cantonese pop songs to the mix, like Gen ni kai wan xiao by Yao Li, 跟你开玩笑~(姚莉唱)~好歌听出好心情。 YouTube (2:56) and Hao Chun Xiao by Wu Yingyin Hao Chun Xiao - YouTube (2:33).