Time Lost and Found
Like some New-Wave Proust, Hong Kong filmmaker Wong Kar-Wai has managed, over a 20-year career, to make the concept of time almost tangible. "Almost" because in all his films, memory is both garishly lucid and seductively elusive a combination as maddening as it is voluptuous. Just like the romance and heartbreak so minutely observed in all of Wongs movies, the obsession with time (his, ours and the characters) always goes unrequited. Memories overtake you, please or even teach you, but with reverie come the depressing reminders that time marches on. You will lose that era, you will lose that youth, and you may even lose that girl or boy.
This is the cinematic power of Wong Kar-Wai, a director who is able to make you tear up over a single glance or a stolen moment. And like Prousts madeleine unleashing a flood of reminiscences in the narrator of his novel, Wong works the elements of his aesthetic music, beautiful people and emotion into a mood that so overtakes you its nearly impossible to emerge from his films without feeling slightly drunk.
Such is the case with the re-release of Wongs 1991 movie Days of Being Wild, a period piece set in 1960 that not only plays with time and memories, but causes the viewer to do the same. It has been over a decade, after all, since the picture played, briefly, on a few U.S. screens, and Wongs actors Leslie Cheung, Maggie Cheung, Andy Lau and Carina Lau are older now. One, even (pop star Leslie Cheung, who committed suicide in April 2003), is dead, giving the picture an extra twinge of transitory poignancy.
Its stirring to see Leslie Cheung so handsome, so alive, as the rootless bad boy and philanderer Yuddy, adopted in his infancy by a powdered and spangled courtesan (Tita Muñoz), searching for both the freedom of flight and the stability he hopes will come after finding his real mother. Meanwhile, his cynical attitude toward amour will, over the course of the movie, leave two women brokenhearted. One of them, Su Lizhen, a shy cashier at a sports-stadium snack bar (Maggie Cheung), at first resists Yuddys advances, but inevitably falls for him after he proclaims, when they first meet, that she will see him that night in her dreams. When she tells him the next day, "I didnt see you in my dreams last night," his cocksure reply is "Of course not. You didnt sleep."
A short time later, and just as suddenly (after Su Lizhen has started making noises about wanting to get married), the union dissolves, and Yuddy impulsively takes up with the more outspoken, though just as susceptible and possessive, cooch dancer Leung Fung-Ying (Carina Lau). But as Yuddy stated to Su Lizhen, there will be many women in his life how can he settle for just one? If you stay with me, he tells both women in turn, youll only ruin your life. At the same time, while Yuddy is no romantic, he is certainly quixotic, and his search for his mother suggests that he is, in fact, looking for the love of one woman.
The first film to be shot for Wong by ace Australian cinematographer Christopher Doyle, Days of Being Wild is a mélange of vibrant colors set against deep, noirish shadows and claustrophobic locales. Told achronologically, the story flashes back through lush jungles, small, humid apartments, rain-soaked streets and unoccupied telephone booths. As in Wongs peerless 2000 film In the Mood for Love (a picture that, along with Wongs latest, 2046, works as a companion piece to Days), its 60s setting is nostalgic, but not in conventional terms. Though Wong denotes a sentimental longing for the past, his films are almost fetishistic in their fixation on time. Days feels exciting, in part, because you are watching an auteur lay the groundwork with an assortment of clocks, watches and meticulously detailed moments for ideas and moods he will obsessively follow in later films. At one point, Yuddy tells Su Lizhen that they will become "60-second friends," and those 60 seconds remind us of how we can feel most alive in the moment, when the time is now, and we are living out our youth and love with a kind of urgency. At the same time, the characters in Days of Being Wild move like the haunting Django Reinhardt music piping through the celluloid, beautifully but mournfully, and with ghostlike delicacy. With Wongs creations, as with anything truly precious (time, say, or love), comes the fear of evaporation. You can hang on to the "maybe" (maybe it will last) or, as in Nat King Coles plaintive musical refrain to In the Mood for Love, a more fragile "Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps."
DAYS OF BEING WILD | Written and directed by WONG KAR-WAI | Produced by ROVER TANG Released by Kino International | At the Nuart
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