JoeMonco
Water and the color yellow pervade Suzhou River almost as much as the grime and decay that seems to seep out of present-day Shanghai. The Suzhou River itself, rainy sequences from an early scene of Meimei undressing to when Mardar is beaten to when Mardar's and Moudan's bodies are fished from the river, the water tank where Meimei performs, and flooded streets all give Suzhou River a feeling of washed out stagnancy. Most of the light in Suzhou River has a yellowish tinge (like the recurring yellow light bulb motif); Meimei's houseboat/crane/home, ashtrays, phone booths, beer glasses, neon lights, nightclub chairs, shadowy alleyways, rain coats, Meimei's blonde wig– all of these things infuse the film with a "yellowed feeling," like an old photograph or an aged videotape. Ye Lou's use of water and yellow infuse the film with a surrealism of sorts, something with often clashes with the documentary style. The fragmented narrative, flickering lightbulbs, myriad flashbacks, and hand-held cameras allow Ye Lou to present a twisted vision of reality, full of metaphysical complexity. Out of the fragmentation, Ye Lou constructs an order somewhere between magic realism, a documentary, and surrealism. Not unlike Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo combined with Chris Marker's fictional-documentary style (Sans Soleil, La Jeteé) and completed with Lars von Trier's famed Dogme 95 style (the monochromatic, dystopic Element of Crime, The Idiots), Le You's Suzhou River comes across as a brilliant fragmentation, and a fascinating meditation on fleeting moments lost to time. Le You truly distances his film from the films of the Fifth Generation (it could not be more different from Zhang Yimou's Red Sorghum or Chen Kaige's Yellow Earth), and truly infuses the so- called Sixth Generation with a style of their own. Le You creates a dystopia somewhere between the surreal and the nonfictional. With a uniformity of dereliction, Le You presents Shanghai as something of a degraded industrial trash dump, full of decaying tableaux and stagnant water, but with the occasional glimpse of the divine (the mermaid imagery). In this world, we never see the videographer (who could, of course, be a "stand-in" for the director), who spends his time drinking, smoking, videotaping whatever he can, spray-painting his advertisement on concrete rubble, and sitting at home watching old videotapes. He could not be more alienated from his environment, as we are never even afforded a glimpse of his face. Though he and Mardar romance the "same" woman, the videographer's life lacks the romance and larger-than-life intrigue that makes Mardar's story epic and worth retelling. In the conversation with Meimei (which is repeated twice), she realizes that the videographer wants to live a romantic lie– she says that events like Mardar's story only happen in love stories (before she disappears the next day). The videographer, like the modern-day filmmaker, is condemned to "watch." "Nothing lasts forever," says the videographer at the story's end..."I take another drink and close my eyes, waiting for the next story." It seems that the videographer represents the filmmaker's crisis– endowed with the gift of storytelling, the videographer is doomed to tell the stories of people like Mardar and Moudan instead of living them. Though at times the line between Mardar/ the videographer and Moudan/Meimei seems blurred, in the end, the videographer and Meimei lose their identities when Mardar and Moudan's story reaches its violent conclusion.
Puppetmister
This movie offers a sharp contrast to the historical revisionism of Zhang Yimou and others of the Fifth Generation of Chinese directors who seem happy to peddle a lot of costume dramas, which, fine as they are, are hardly progressive. Sushou River shows us parts of Shanghai which rarely make it onto Western screens, and there's isn't a peasant, an emperor, a concubine or a red lantern in sight. Xun Zhou is extraordinary in a star-making role on a par with Zhang Yiyi's in Crouching Tiger... Ye Lou is clearly the one to watch from the 6th Generation, a true romantic with more in common with Wong Kar-Wai than Chen Kaige. Er...that's a compliment.
Owen Christopher Keenan
This was an original story well directed, great acting amongst a bleak city landscape. It's hard to do an original love story without making it sentimental, but like Wong Kar wai they manage it.Perhaps it's something Chinese but at the moment they are creating emotionally satisfying, poignant and poetic romances. Western film-makers could take note. In The Mood for Love - the best foreign film I've seen this year
