It’s hard to pinpoint exactly why Days of Being Wild doesn’t quite move me like Wong’s other films.
Love is something you see, sense, feel, and the film is one of Wong’s purest evocations of its excitement and heartbreak.
Though this is the best edition yet of Wong’s breakthrough, the film provides Criterion with one of its most anemic recent releases.
A kaleidoscope of alienation and longing, the film remains one of Wong’s least discussed and least appreciated films.
In Zhang Yimou’s orgiastic film, love isn’t so much a fabulous extension of history as it is a colorful off-shoot.