House of the Flying Daggers was beautiful and inexplicable, as so many Chinese films are. It involved a great many frail layers of silk drifting over flawless skin, slow motion flying daggers splitting water droplets, bamboo forests, exquisite androgynous men and doomed love. It did not end well (they never do).
The music, of course, was haunting refrains in a minor key.
The music, of course, was haunting refrains in a minor key.
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*singing* Theeeese are a few of my faaaaavorite thiiings!
I'm glad you liked it :) A new one's coming out in the same vein, called 'Legend of the Black Scorpion.' I'm going to see if I can't hunt it down and take a peek.
I can't remember if you've seen Curse of the Golden Flower, but if you haven't, DO check it out.
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