Thursday, August 26, 2004
Will Zhang Yimou’s dazzling swordplay ballet Hero be his Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a magic catapult from the art house to the global metroplex? History won’t simply repeat itself, since moviedom has long since assimilated the wire-work wonders that made CTHD famous. Now it’s grist for parody: Princess Fiona in Shrek 2 and the leaping larval lizard in Alien vs. Predator both do slo-mo homages to Ang Lee’s aerial-combat methods. Jaws won’t drop to see Zhang and über-cinematographer Christopher Doyle echo the method.
Jaws will drop because this is a floating world of a different color. Few directors since Peter Brook have had Zhang’s sweet tooth for intense hues, and nobody has his rainbow eye for poetically nuanced detail. Hero is a series of tales told to the prudently paranoid king (Chen Daoming) who struggled to unite China about 2,200 years ago. The tale spinner is an obscure rural official named Nameless (Jet Li), who claims to have slain the three super-assassins who’ve been stalking the king. Each time Nameless tells about a duel (or the skeptical king counters with what he thinks really happened), the story undergoes Rashomon-ish variations, for which the camera’s palette alters.
Zhang’s not after subtle effects — his bold strokes of color seize the screen with the force of demonic possession. A fight that erupts near a giant chessboard on a rainy day is cast in brooding gray. Whirling leaves in an ancient Mongolian oak grove shift from blinding yellow to sizzling crimson. Doomed lovers in white sigh their last breath together in a desert the shade of bone. As to the swordplay, Zhang isn’t aping Ang Lee’s style. His flying warriors defy gravity with more gravitas, and he pays way more attention to their visual setting and the tinted air they sail through. After years of sad times and bad stabs at new styles (the gangster film Shanghai Triad, anyone? Anyone at all?), Zhang is getting back to the look and fable-like simplicity that made his name in Ju Dou and Raise the Red Lantern.
If Li is a deadpan narrator, apparently engaged in some sort of stoic affectlessness contest with the king, he soars in the (rather meditative) action scenes. His first flashback fight, with the chess-player assassin Sky (Donnie Yen), is galvanic, yet the combatants are also like a couple of cunning grandmasters trying to psych each other out. The combat with assassins Broken Sword (Tony Leung Chiu-wai) and Flying Snow (Maggie Cheung) is both a head trip and a heart trip, with Nameless strategically playing on their ill-starred romance. Meanwhile, Broken Sword’s young servant, Moon (Zhang Ziyi, who has just a flicker of the young Gong Li’s sass), moons over her master, occasioning voluptuous rumplings of scarlet silk bed sheets and a blizzard of stern words from Flying Snow.
Each of these battles crafts an illusion of absolute skill
and infinite calculation. When a calligrapher snatches an
arrow from midair, snaps it in half and uses it for a
calligraphy pen, it’s because all of his arts, including the
martial, are one. Hero has earth, water and air, but
its fire is more in the camera’s eye than in the heroes’
HERO ( Three Stars)
Directed by Zhang Yimou
Starring Chen Daoming, Jet Li, Tony Leung Chiu-wa, Maggie Cheung
(Rated PG-13, 109 min.)