Burnwinter wrote:Hong Kong really gets cool in general, and that's what Hollywood is always trying to cannibalise even if it doesn't always realise it.
It's not just about the martial arts, or the suits and guns. It's often about screenwriters, film-makers and actors holding their nerve about taking the fiction seriously—they'd rather push into melodrama and blood opera than let the earnestness drop, but they don't have to sacrifice humour doing it either.
Totally. Jackie Chan is another example I feel. Some of his early Hong Kong stuff was outrageously cool. Police Story, Project A, Armour of God... he pioneered an entire form of cinema. And then in the states he made watered down stuff like Rush Hour, The Medallion and The Tuxedo instead; films that on the surface carried a bunch of the same signifiers but neither had the heart or the integrity.
I think east-Asian cinema on the whole has an easier time blending ideas and styles without sacrificing depth. My favourite Miike film is this thing called The Bird People in China. It's part comedy, part adventure, part arthouse. It has small elements of social criticism in its makeup too. It was made back in 1998, a few years after a project called Three Gorges Dam was started by the Chinese government. Today it's known as the largest hydroelectric project ever conceived, levelling 13 cities and hundreds of villages in rural China when it was turned on in 2009. Millions of people had to relocate and most archeological evidence of human habitation was destroyed, right in an area that was claimed to be the key to Chinese history.
The film is set in these territories, but it's not 'about' the pending destruction in any sense really, other than giving us genuine glimpses of breathtaking nature and a small, hidden mountain civilisation that is full of beauty and tradition precisely because it has been left untouched by the modern world. Herzog made a somewhat similar film in Fitzcarraldo (minus the comedy), but I keep thinking that if it had been made in America it would have been either an extremely politicised tale about environmentalism or a mismatched couple comedy. The art and the emotion is constantly sacrificed at the expense of a unified message. As if that's what having style is about.