Sunday, May 20, 2007

2046




Chow, a has-been journalist, who writes erotic scifi as a way of supporting his drinking and womanizing lifestyle, leads us on a tour of his past loves, occasionally indulging in a future fantasy or a reference to love between others; ultimately, he decides, though we push through the future only hoping to recover the past, the past itself is so lost that it can never be reclaimed and even if we could find it, we may not want it anyway. The photography manages again to transform claustraphobic spaces into lush, expressive flashes of insight and the movement of the film is as entrancing as any hypnotist, but the melodrama and kitsch throughout makes the whole experience feel uneven and slightly untrue.


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