An homage to Chinese silent film star Ruan Lingyu (1910-1935) starring Maggie Cheung is certainly compelling as a premise, and there are several things I liked about it, including the re-creation of old movie scenes played alongside the original, and the cast and crew talking about what had happened in her life. It also gave me a jumping off point into understanding this actor and her work better, and hey, Maggie Cheung is always a joy.
For 154 minutes, though, it's pretty surprising just how many details are left out about Ruan's personal and professional life. Director Stanley Kwan's storytelling tends to put the viewer into a scene like a dance floor and spend a lot of time there, without enough explanation for the things going on with Ruan, her lovers, or the directors she works with. It's frustratingly distant. Even after her elongated suicide scene, he opts to show his crew filming Cheung pretending to be dead, instead of referencing the extraordinary funeral procession Ruan had. In the end it made me think that just a straight biographical film that walked through the events of her life would have worked better, as it probably would have been more informative.
For 154 minutes, though, it's pretty surprising just how many details are left out about Ruan's personal and professional life. Director Stanley Kwan's storytelling tends to put the viewer into a scene like a dance floor and spend a lot of time there, without enough explanation for the things going on with Ruan, her lovers, or the directors she works with. It's frustratingly distant. Even after her elongated suicide scene, he opts to show his crew filming Cheung pretending to be dead, instead of referencing the extraordinary funeral procession Ruan had. In the end it made me think that just a straight biographical film that walked through the events of her life would have worked better, as it probably would have been more informative.