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Film- 'Ashes of Times' Where Wong-Kar-wai Forged His Identity in Swords of Old China
By MANOHLA DARGIS
Leslie Cheung, left, and Jacky Cheung in Wong Kar-wai’s “Ashes of Time Redux.”
There is no such thing as the end when it comes to a Wong Kar-wai film, or so it seems. Famous or notorious, depending on who’s writing the checks or spinning the spin, Mr. Wong has a long-nurtured reputation for taking his time when it comes to making movies. His romance “2046” was at least five years in the making and still unfinished when it had its scandalously delayed screening at the 2004 Cannes Film Festival. His 1994 swordsman film, “Ashes of Time,” a delirious swirl of color and blinding star wattage — both Tony Leungs, Brigitte Lin, Maggie Cheung, Carina Lau and Leslie Cheung! — was two years in the making, though given Mr. Wong’s recent work on it, you could say it was closer to a 14-year labor of love.
In a world where time is money, this stubborn independence has sometimes hurt Mr. Wong’s reputation, particularly in a business in which the tick-tick-tock of the clock is measured in millions of dollars. (The industry’s grip on the discourse is never clearer than when movie critics turn into bean counters, flogging filmmakers for alleged transgressions like going over schedule.) Yet it’s understandable that Mr. Wong would stall and delay and stretch months into years because time itself — passing, elusive, cruel, vanished time — is one of his great themes. And so it is with “Ashes of Time,” which, as Mr. Wong explained at Cannes in May when he introduced the new version, was in danger of being lost to time.
More precisely, there were so many different prints in existence that Mr. Wong was inspired to make a definitive version: “Ashes of Time Redux.” In truth there is no such thing as the end for any movie, in the digital age or not, and the director’s cut is just one expression of this art’s plasticity. D. W. Griffith used to visit projection booths to snip his films already in release, which I’m sure Mr. Wong has contemplated doing on more than one occasion. Instead, in an act of aesthetic resurrection, he gathered together all the prints of “Ashes of Time” he and his team could find, shuffled and tweaked its scenes, underlined still-fuzzy relationships between characters, added some cello soul from Yo-Yo Ma, redesigned the credits and deepened the palette.
I never really understood what was going on in “Ashes of Time” when I initially saw it years ago, and it took two looks at the redo for me to parse the narrative, such as it is. (See, there’s this swordsman. ...) But transparent, forward-thrusting narrative has never been Mr. Wong’s thing; time is his thing, as are camera moves, moody lighting, shimmering color, beautiful faces and the lingering, lonely ache of romance. For Mr. Wong the graphic lines of a bird cage and the shadows that crosshatch Mr. Cheung’s face are more important than who the actor plays, though the remix makes it very clear that his character, a desert dweller called Ouyang, is a broker for itinerant swordsmen and their prospective clients.
Underloved on its release if not unnoticed (it racked up awards in Asia), the original version was overshadowed by the pop-happier “Chungking Express,” which Mr. Wong shot and completed during a several-month break from “Ashes of Time.” (Not unexpectedly, there are different explanations for this hiatus.)
With its parallel romances, cool modern surfaces and intoxicating desires, “Chungking Express” was easier on the eyes (and brain) than the elliptical, drifty “Ashes of Time,” with its Buddhist adages, flowing robes and dunes, and confusion of falling and flying bodies. But time — that word again — suggests that “Ashes” was far more important to Mr. Wong’s evolution, because it is the film during which he shook off genre and abandoned the banalities of mainstream narrative for visual abstraction, beauty, art.
A version of this article appeared in print on October 10, 2008, on page C17 of the New York edition. |
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