Millennium Mambo

Holy smokes what a moody masterpiece. Where do I begin? Cow patterned cocktail glasses, the blue silver and white tones throughout that epitomized early 2000s aesthetic, and glowing in the dark seemed like more of a big deal back then. Blaring electronic beats to Taipei nightlife. It’s a mature film, not necessarily because of brutal depictions, but because of the depressing nature of being in your 20s/30s feeling stagnant. You will need some self awareness there to enjoy this artwork. It’s infectious what feelings are conveyed here. Everyone is right about the opening with the transition into the clubbing scene, that whole sequence will increase your heart rate but only to crash in the face of Vicky and Hao Hao’s misguided relationship not soon after. This is where the movie gets almost esoteric and definitely disjointed but I honestly liked it. I really feel for women stuck with insecure men, I shouldn’t judge though because I’m not someone who typically gets that kind of attention (it’s all good) and it’s not even from a good guy perspective I just believe in peoples freewill. Vicky ends up meeting Jack a Japanese gangster in a hostess club who somehow is a better man than the man child DJ Hao Hao (he was spinning cool music can’t lie). I don’t want to say too much about the movie. I love Vicky though from afar.  It’s wild how much cheesier I think djing has got since I reviewed this movie. I like collecting vinyl though.