Last night, I was so bushed I just wanted to drift off to sleep fast. But I couldn’t. Wong Kar-Wai on dvd was calling me, luring me once more to watch his poetry on film. Thanks to Jem who bought me an original dvd copy of Chungking Express (I so love you Jemmy!). I’ve been wanting to have a copy of this movie since seeing it twice back in college. And so, eyes half closed, Ederic and I watched as Takeshi Kaneshiro’s He Qiu-Wu pined for his ex-girlfriend while ingesting thirty expired cans of pineapple.
Can’t really choose what scene I loved best: Qiu Wu jogging to get water out of his system so there would be nothing left for tears (panalo sa kakornihan to!), the cop played by Tony Leung talking to a piece of worn-out rag, Faye (Faye Wong) head banging to the music of Beach Boys (California dreamin….), the Chinese version of the Cranberries’ Dreams blasting from the cd player, the cop catching Faye red handed.
So much interesting stuff goes on in the film all the while injecting great humor, soundtrack, editing, cinematography. The script is poetry at its best. I think I was smiling all throughout the movie.
There is something about Wong Kar-Wai’s films that make you feel sentimental about time passing by, strangers you may never get to meet, people you might have loved, the past you will never recover. That is the poetry of Wong Kar-Wai.