A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Saturday, April 27, 2024

Full Moon in New York (Stanley Kwan, 1989)

Gaowa Siqin and Sylvia Chang in Full Moon in New York

Cast: Sylvia Chang, Maggie Cheung, Gaowa Siqin. Screenplay: Chiu Kang-Chen, Zhong Acheng. Cinematography: Bill Wong. Production design: Lei Pan. Film editing: Chow Cheung-Kan. Music: Chang Hung-Yi. 

Full Moon in New York is based on a concept: Show something about the Chinese diaspora through the lives of three young women in New York. And as far as the concept goes, it works. Stanley Kwan gives us three points of origin and three distinct societal roles: Lee Fung Jiao (Maggie Cheung) is a type-A businesswoman from Hong Kong who is having an affair with another woman; Wang Hsiung-Ping (Sylvia Chang) is an unmarried aspiring actress from Taiwan; and Zhaohong (Gaowa Siqin) is a newlywed homemaker from the Mainland. Despite their disparate backgrounds, they meet and become friends largely because they're all Chinese trying to make their way in an alien land and culture. The film is full of lively scenes in which each meets her own particular challenge and finds a way through it, and equally lively scenes in which their friendship blossoms over the way they met these challenges.  The three actresses are marvelous, but the supporting cast isn't always up to their standard. I speak no Chinese, so I can't judge the delivery of the Chinese actors, but I found the Americans in the cast sometimes inept and amateurish. There's also something off in the scene in which Wang auditions in English for the role of Lady Macbeth: She seems to be speaking a paraphrase of the sleepwalking scene instead of the actual lines from Shakespeare's play. The scene is really a setup for her to give the American casting director, who wants to know why she thinks a Chinese actress could play the role, a lesson in Chinese history. Still, Full Moon in New York is good enough to leave me wanting more of the stories of these women. It feels very much like the pilot for a TV series that never got made. 

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