June 22nd, 2010

koitsu benkei bridge

Mao's Last Dancer

Went to see Mao's Last Dancer last night. This means I've seen three films, *in theatres*, in the last year. My dizzy social life, it dizzies me.

(And I nearly left in the first five minutes because one reason I don't watch films in theatres is they're so fricking LOUD. They hurt my ears-- which, unlike everyone else in my generation I must assume, were not damaged in the 60s by rock concerts and thereafter by walkmans and ipods played at maximum volume.)

I liked it very much, aside from being confused because I thought it was a documentary. How else could you get a Chinese actor who also speaks English and can dance? Appears there's more than one around, and Cao Ci is gorgeous. As is the female dancer he briefly partners in China-- who is that?

And of course I wept like a drain at the appropriate moment. But one thing bothered me about that-- two, actually. Collapse )

Now I want to read the book and find out what really happened.