Chungking Express

Chungking Express ★★★★★

In just a few short minutes, I will be 20 years old. As I say farewell to my teen years, I wave goodbye with the film I know gives me true hope for the decade to come. All the loss, all the melancholy, all the personal journeys and joyous gain of my life to be, all trapped in amber in one singular piece of cinematic magic.

It's been about one year since I first saw Wong's unique expressionistic burst, and I immediately melted at the style, mood and vulnerability on display throughout Chungking Express. Now, as I feel my childhood years truly lapse behind me, this second viewing impacted me more than I can say. The beauty of Wong's rhythms rest not solely in his pristine direction and visuals, but how the first story (which initially seems almost unnecessary) is so desperately important to the emotional impact of the soaring second story. The two are inseparable, and both craft one of the most gorgeously poetic works of romance ever committed to screen, and one that I have such a hard time putting a definitive finger on. It's just that damn ethereal.

So I enter my 20s with my head held high, can of pineapple at the ready and California Dreamin' ringing loud and clear in my head. I will find the love that obsesses and repeats and leaves and comes back again, all while the Mamas and the Papas remind me and my love of the seasons to come. I will make my dreams come to step-print, goldfish, airplane, blonde wig, fish-and-chips life, with that person I meet at 0.001 cm's distance. Just wait for me, Faye.

Thank you, Letterboxd, for giving me so much. And thank you Wong, for giving me the best birthday gift I could ever imagine: the hope that dreams are made of. On such a gorgeous winter's day.

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