I very much liked this film. In fact, its strings recurring theme is still stuck in my head and pops up from time to time! I find that, even though it's a translation, the title 'In the mood for love' is tied quite strongly to the film and in helping me understand it, even. I thought that this would be a movie I would have to really focus my attention on to enjoy it but in fact it was the opposite. I willingly gave it my attention because I was enjoying it - although it has an indeterminable structure at first, I love how it played on my other senses of sight and sound with the same pieces of music throughout, instead of plenty of dialogue. It was clearer cut but still so very dreamlike and relied on my own feelings to determine what I was interpreting from what I saw/heard. Truly, it's a beautiful film because of this, not because it is 'internationally acclaimed' or one of those films you 'must see before you die', because in showing the souls of these characters in their most quiet, and intimate moments it reflects my soul in the same way.
We are hardly ever seen in these silent moments - it's always back and forth conversation, exchanging passing pleasantries as the sociable creatures we are, but what's so difficult to determine within our own identities is who we are as a person. Wong's filming through mirrors, around the side of walls or doors, beautifully crafts how we piece together our voyeurism of these people within their own solitude. You definitely need to be 'In the Mood for Love' to let this film wash over you.
And I'm sounding pretentious to my own ears, so if I've given anyone that impression, I apologise.
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