Sunday, May 31 2009


Days of Being Wild. Beautiful cinematography. Impeccable soundtrack. Felt a bit long at times, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. It only conveyed the realism of it more. I had so many favorite moments it's hard to talk about them all–the way Maggie Cheung's character's hair would fall and cover her face, the sticky humidity of Hong Kong summer that came through in every scene, the dim light that flickered on Leslie Cheung's face in his last moments before death, and definitely this part:

This part is extremely crucial. Observe Tony Leung looking so fucking cool, pretty much gnawing on his cigarette as if it's a toothpick while he goes about doing the quotidian tasks.