Chungking Express
“Disappointed? Not really. Go back home and sleep. She’s not coming back.”
stepping into the ethereal spaces constructed by the neon city lights. you know, i’ve been feeling a really strong sense of longing recently. not to get super personal on here (wish i could but there are certain things holding me back), but my feelings of melancholy have been extreme recently. memories keep flooding back to me of past relationships and connections that i once had and, well, i suppose this is natural for me, it’s not something unique to now. i’ve been like this for a long time. Wong is probably the only filmmaker (along with Kaufman) to perfectly portray this feeling of melancholy and need for connection, particularly one of romance. the want for change in your life even though you’re still clinging on to those old memories and emotions. i feel a strong sense of comfort and reassurance every time i revisit this film, knowing how well this just Gets It. Wong’s cinema is a reminder of all the things that i desire to see in art; experiences that mirror my own and help me process those same feelings that i have a hard time figuring out. painfully human, genuine, and romantic isn’t even enough to perfectly describe his filmography. positively one of the most beautiful and gorgeous films i’ve ever seen, one i won’t ever get enough of, as time seems to only make this film age better and better in my eyes. while i do still prefer the meta-textual and self-reflexive elements of 2046, or the hazy, green colors of fallen angels, this film will always have a special soft spot in my heart. always catches me at the perfect time in my life. makes me feel like im falling in love with someone for the first time. it’s a wonderful thing isn’t it?
i have no shame in saying Cop 223 is literally me. Faye Wong is an angel. if you told me Dreams by The Cranberries is the greatest song of all time i wouldn’t disagree