Blood and Snowflakes

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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.

Comments

[a-d-medievalist.livejournal.com]

I really did like it, although some of the slow-mo camera shots were a little silly, I thought.

[intertext.livejournal.com]

I liked it a lot, too. And I think it was slightly more explicable than Hero, which I also liked. These movies are just to gorgeous to look at that you can forgive them quite a lot. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is still my favourite, though.