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What really engaged me this time were the various performance pieces and the soundtrack. Atonal opera with a battle beat. A lot of the traditional, minimalist Chinese performance and music seem like (Western) avant-garde modern dance. There's a lot of over-the-top Shakespearean melodrama and wuxia fighting going on too. And everybody dies. How cool is that? I rewatched this to get it on my All Timers list with its at least three rewatches minimum requirement, only to discover it's already there No harm done. I loved it again. Even more. It's not that I learn more things, or whatever the common rewatch comment is, it's that I don't have to follow any of it any more. It's a visual symphony. I'm along for the ride. This film is ridiculously beautiful, in every way. The uber-melodramatic moments aren't moments of acting or storytelling. They're guitar solos The film ebbs and flows, but now when I watch it and it reaches a boiling point early and stays there. Like a proverbial frog I have to mention the soundtrack again. Bonkers This is peak top floor China. By top floor I mean name directors with a budget. But the stuff coming from the basement the first decade of this century is also Peak China for me. When I look at my Chinese Favorites list, I can only ask Where Have All the Flowers Gone? Summary: In 907 AD, the Tang Dynasty is in tatters; infighting snarls the imperial family. Crown Prince Wu Luan loves Little Wan, but his father takes her as his Empress. Wu Luan goes into exile, studying dance and music. His uncle murders his father, taking throne and Empress; uncle sends assassins to kill Wu Luan. The Crown Prince eludes death and comes to court. The Emperor arranges for Little Wan's coronation and dispatches Wu Luan to a distant land; he then calls for a midnight banquet on the 100th day of his rule. Poison, treachery, Wu Luan's return, and the love of the innocent Qing for Wu Luan set up the final entanglements. No Fortinbras or Horatio lay the dead to rest. |