House of Flying Daggers.
Another cinematographic visual holiday on ice. I like pretty kung fu, what of it? I also like love stories that end in sadness. In Shakespear's time, I believe they used to call them tragedies. I love it -- I hate it -- I love it more than I hate it. (Here, before I forget, let me just say that Lemony Snicket...
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I think I might like Flying Daggers even more than Hero, just because the smaller scale story and the three main characters really affect me. Plus, I can't help but get a bit of a twinge any time I character's motivation hinges on:
You're leaving me for him? But what about... er... I mean... you just met this guy!
Yup, that's me: always identifying with the bad guy.
Plus, the sexual politics of this movie are just amazing-- if you go off into Freud-land in analyzing this one, it's overripe with overt and... subtle? (does that cover our heroine, who can defend herself against almost anything, only being vulnerable to someone who intends to ravage her, either literally or thrusting their big spears at her?)... I'm going to call it "overt" and "slightly less overt."
I've been working in an independent video store for too fucking long.
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