Twenty-seven years ago Susie and I did a teaching stint in the beautiful, flowered, spring city of Kunming.. So we *had* to bite.. when Yelp informed me of the SF Asian American Film Festival screening of "Equation of Love and Death," a movie set in Kunming, at the Camera 12 Theatres in San Jose.. AND offered complimentary tickets on top of that..
From the movie we learned that Kunming, which *was* city of two-lane streets, three and four story buildings and a kind of a nice laid-back ambiance when *we* lived there, is now of city with freeway interchanges, high-rise developments, karaoke clubs, obsessed, half-crazed, kamikaze taxi-drivers, and traffic overpasses that one should drive under with a certain amount of caution because drug-traffickers and other shady characters (including ex-boyfriends) will sometimes commit suicide by diving off of them and landing through unfortunate and extreme coincidence on the hood of *your* car.
OK.. I suppose I could look at the fascinating face of Zhou Xun, who plays Li Mi, the half-crazed heroine taxi driver, all day.. She is very good at becoming, at various point in the story, hard-bitten, obsessed, vivacious, scared, pissed-off, in physical pain, all teared up, remorseful, determined, hysterical, emotionally shell-shocked, reminiscent, and even a little musical in a karaoke bar (Yay!).. and social undercurrent of the film.. the sometimes desperate or at least extremely-discontented plight of the under-educated youth in the city and the country in modern China.. is often hinted at in some pretty interesting ways.
But.. sigh.. there were just too many *stupid* parts in the plot of the movie that were just too obviously contrived to tie-in all those Zhou Xun moments that really distracted from the good parts. The not so good parts included the laughably casual and unsystematic police procedures, the sort of comic-book mysterious unnamed underworld organization that some of the main the characters supposedly belonged to.. the awkward melding of what were essentially two different story lines.. Li Mi and the country bumpkin drug mules.. and Li Mi and the mysterious missing boyfriend. Then there were the sentimental scenes..quickly and abruptly wedged in as if someone determined last moment that some sentimental tear-jerking.. in a previously unsentimental little movie.. might mebe get a bigger audience..
Now that I think about it all . without that silly plot about the boyfriend becoming some mysterious agent of some nefarious secret never-totally explained underworld organization.. that can plant girlfriends deep cover and assign its agents to locations where they are most likely to be quickly recognized by someone who knew them.. This would be a pretty decent movie..
OK 4 stars.. cause I'm nice.. and Asian.. and do not wish to betray the cause.. But Hey.. SF.. it would be nice if you sent SJ some stronger movies for participating in your damn festival... read more