Shi mian mai fu
House of Flying Daggers
Rendező:
Yimou ZhangOperatőr:
Xiaoding ZhaoZeneszerző:
Shigeru UmebayashiSzereplők:
Takeshi Kaneshiro, Andy Lau, Ziyi Zhang, Dandan Song, Armando Hernández, Jun Guo, Qiang Li, Tengyuan Liu, Cecily Li, Jingchuan DongTartalmak(1)
A hajdan virágzó Tang dinasztiára sanyarú idők járnak. Egymást követik a lázadások, miközben a korrupt kormányt teljesen lefoglalják a szabadcsapatok elleni harcok. Mind közül a legjelentősebb a Repülő Tőrök klánja. Két ifjú parancsnok, Jin (Takeshi Kaneshiro) és Leo (Andy Lau) azt a feladatot kapja, hogy ejtsék foglyul a klán ismeretlen vezérét. Jin magányos harcosnak adja ki magát, Szél álnéven, és megmenti a börtönből Meit (Ziyi Zhang), a vak forradalmárlányt, majd elnyerve bizalmát, elkíséri a titkos szervezet főhadiszállására. (RTL Klub)
(több)Recenziók (6)
Zhang Yimou a politikailag hűvös Hős című film után a Tigris és sárkány című film mintájára szerelemre, érzelmekre, intimitásra és poétikára fókuszál. A műve mind képileg, mind zeneileg csodás, érzelmileg lenyűgöző. Ami viszont vitatható, az a párbeszédek színházi jellege, és különösen mind a négy szereplő személyiségének félresikerült koncepciója, amelyben a második cselekményfordulat után már nem tájékozódik az ember. De az összbenyomás, hogy a néző elolvad a film költészetének pompájától, megmarad. Decens filmes kikapcsolódás.
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If Hero possessed the special charm of polygonal storytelling and only a slightly implied but impressive point, then House of Flying Daggers is a linearly-narrated love story with an overly obvious calculated ending that exaggerates the aspect of playing to the viewer's feelings. It is nothing more than a wonderful visual essay in which Zhang, for his desire for absolute beauty, has completely neglected what is beneath it. In Hero, beneath the gloss of colors and brilliant choreography, there was a very interesting story about the beginning of the Chinese state and also about the nature of heroism and tyranny, but in the House of Flying Daggers there is only a very faded love story beneath, which is not even saved by the surprising twist at the 3/4 mark of the film. If Yimou Zhang had paid more attention to the characters the entire time and given them some kind of interior, then perhaps the ending would have been emotional, but this does not go beyond the mere depicted fascination. All I really have left is a feeling of refined aesthetics coupled with the rancid aftertaste of self-purpose, schematicity and emptiness. Yet it is precisely through its visuals that the House of Flying Daggers is one of the films worth seeing – also because, unlike Hero, it is more connected to reality – both the battles and the scenery seem somewhat more from this planet, since CGI and wire-fu have clearly declined, which is not a bad thing at all. The camera and choreography are a triumph. On the other hand, the soundtrack is too conventional in places. The result? Slightly disappointing for me, but also an interesting film.
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Over half of the running time is a standard developing love story, intertwined with more (withered meadow) or less (Peony Pavilion) fascinating scenes, as well as a jaw-dropping fight - Bamboo Forest. However, there are shocking twists, floods of emotions, and above all, a brilliant snowy ending. But this game with the audience is definitely not for everyone.
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This movie is nothing short of a work of art to me. It doesn't matter that there is almost zero story, or that the plot is easily predictable, because the visuals are absolutely perfect. Romance abounds here, but the fight scenes were still the biggest spectacle for me. For example, the one in the bamboo grove is one I won't soon forget. A feast for the eyes with fantastic music. Beautiful colors. 5 stars.
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A beautiful love story with breathtaking scenery, perfectly mastered fights and a captivating atmosphere. Story-wise this part is much better than the preceding Hero, but at the end it does get a little too overcomplicated. But what really took my breath away was the perfect harmony of the colors. Maybe even more than in the above mentioned Hero. The fight in the bamboo forest was breathtaking.
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Eastern romanticism demands a special place in the heart, which I do not possess despite all my efforts and tolerance. House of the Flying Daggers is a technically inconsistent and narratively empty and simple film that will only interest an ordinary, uninterested viewer with its beautiful colours, costumes, and sets. The acting is dull, the emotions are annoyingly forced (the insanely stilted language may have played a role), and there is no final catharsis to speak of. The absence of gravity was somehow halfway there, and that bothered me the most. Some fights are properly intense, but then everything is ruined with poorly executed and absolutely unnecessary acrobatic stunts, tasteless slow-motion shots, and silly visual effects.
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