By Chris Hyde
March 8, 2004
After a long wait, master storyteller Hou Hsiao-hsien's Millennium Mambo
makes it to a handful of screens in North America.
Distributor Palm Pictures has proven to be one of the most daring of
American film operations, both in their theatrical releases and with their
DVD lineup. This outfit has shown a willingness to gamble on properties
such as Lynne Ramsey's Morvern Callar, Olivier Assayas' demonlover, and the
Pang Brothers' The Eye, as well as releasing compilations of the videos,
commercials and short films of artists like Michel Gondry, Spike Jonze and
Chris Cunningham. With the release of Millennium Mambo, the operation now
turns their eyes towards Taiwan and gives domestic viewers the chance to see
the latest film by one of the world's great working directors.
Filmmaker Hou Hsiao-hsien has helmed some 15 films in the course of his
career, with the critical consensus being that the 1993 The Puppetmaster and
the 1998 Flowers of Shanghai are his two top offerings thus far. This
latter film is especially engaging, a rumination on sex and power set in the
brothels of 1880s Shanghai that proved to be one of the most arresting films
made anywhere in the world during the 1990s. Hou's newest movie doesn't
quite attain the heights of his best previous efforts, but there's still
plenty of value here that makes this piece of celluloid well worth a long
look.
The surface story for this one involves Shu Qi as an aimless Taiwanese youth
bouncing around turn of the century Taiwan under the watchful eye of her
crack smoking boyfriend and some other disreputable acquaintances. Much of
the film is played out to a thumping techno beat as the striking beauty of
the film's star floats through the flickering neon of a modern urban setting
with its lurking air of violent menace. But the director doesn't tell his
tale in a straightforward and naturalistic manner; instead he uses a
distancing narrative voiceover and a storytelling conceit that sets some of
the tale ten years into the future to frame the film's actions. These
aspects help give Millennium Mambo a disconnected feel that reflects the
disaffected emotions of its characters as well as allowing Hou to play
masterfully with the way that time is presented to the audience. This is
often reminiscent of the manner in which recent cinema by artists like
Assayas, David Lynch and Bela Tarr have dealt with the notion of time
passing onscreen, though Hou is enough of an original that the way that this
is handled remains entirely his own.
Viewers of an impatient bent should go into this one well warned that the
director's approach is more or less the complete antithesis of the quick
cutting style that marks most of today's mainstream pictures. Long,
languorous takes that follow characters for lengthy periods of time are not
at all uncommon, and anyone who isn't captivated by Hou's mode of presenting
a story may very well find themselves utterly bored by it all. On the other
hand, the immersion allowed by this technique allows an examination of the
emotional state of the film's lead actress that wouldn't be possible in a
more heavily edited form. The extended takes let the drifting camerawork
linger over Shu Qi's Vicki and her cohorts, gently probing the smoky haze of
their environs with its unmoored and dissociative gaze.
As nearly every scene in the film centers directly on the character that Shu
Qi plays, it's nice to see that her dramatic work here looking better than
it ever has. While it's impossible to deny the former softcore starlet's
stunning looks, this writer has always found her acting to be a bit lacking
and often uneven in her previous roles. The pedestrian performance that she
turned in recently on the entertaining Charlie's Angels ripoff So Close was
fairly disappointing, and though I enjoyed her hilarious cameo in Just One
Look there was really very little for her to do there. (It's also fun to
speculate on just how different Ang Lee's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
might been if the actress hadn't ducked out on playing the part that
eventually went to Zhang Ziyi). But here she is in fact quite excellent,
delivering a nuanced and emotional performance that gives the movie a true
center and evinces a depth that I'll admit I didn't think that she was
capable of expressing. Perhaps there truly is more to Shu Qi than what
meets the eye; and if the skill on display here is any indication, then
maybe we can expect more from her in the future than the inherent star power
that she undoubtedly possesses.
In addition to Hou Hsiao-hsien's amazing directorial skill and the improved
acting ability of the film's star, Millennium Mambo comes with one last
aspect that recommends it: brilliant cinematography by Mark Ping-bin Lee.
This cameraman has shot many of Hou's films, and additionally has worked for
great directors like Wong Kar-wai, Tran Anh Hung and Tian Zhuangzhuang in
the past few years. In this one, his photography is a colorful and
leisurely evocation of Vicky and the apartments and clubs that she wends her
way through. The artful manner that Lee uses to shoot the action results in
a removed but beautifully blurred multihued portrait, a shimmering picture
of light and dark that swirls with life. It's simply the perfect
accompaniment to the measured editing rhythm employed by the director to
tell his tale of Taiwanese angst, and it's obvious that there's a reason
these two great artists have been teaming up for over 15 years.
All in all, while Millennium Mambo may perhaps remain a cut below Hou Hsiao-
hsien's best, even a slightly lesser Hou effort is better than most other
directors' top output. Viewers willing to give themselves over to the
languid pace of the film will find a movie suffused with an air of
disconnected sadness and intriguing expression, in addition to a
freefloating sense of time. One of the filmmaker's greatest assets as an
artist is his ability to reflect simultaneously on his characters and his
art, the work standing both as story in its own right and as a deliberation
on the act of making movies. Hou's pensive and thoughtful films often recur
thematically on this point of contemplation about art and the artist,
lending a depth of complexity that few filmmakers active today are capable
of handling in a subtle enough way so as to be effective. Every single film
by this Taiwanese master is in some way a revelation, and this newest bit of
cinema is in no way an exception to that rule. Let's just hope that for the
next one we won't have to wait three full years for a domestic release.