A young indentured Chinese prostitute must overcome her toxic dependency on the brothel madam on the eve of the 1885 anti-Chinese riot in Eureka, California.
Directed by Miida Chu
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Beisa Šabić
Moglo se sve rec i u 2 sata al hajd dobar je
Moglo se sve rec i u 2 sata al hajd dobar je
Ayeshoo
During the busjack scene - near the end of it, when the police enter the bus - I paused to write, "Puppetry. Each actor orchestrated, pulled by the strings." Much like Kitano's *Dolls*, one may imagine that this is a puppet show playing out in front of an audience.
Regarding Dolls and its focus on death, Kitano once said, "The reason why modern Japanese and Westerners loathe the notion of death so much is beyond me. There really is no reason to loathe death," -- a sentiment I feel is -- also, and in its own way -- significantly shared by Eureka.
Eureka arrests your attention. It leaves you feeling guilty to breathe, to blink, to disturb the movie's peace in any way at all. It is spectacular. It would move me to tears if that would not feel an overexaggeration of emotions. Though the tears are there, it is as if Eureka turns a mirror on you and asks you, "What is there to cry for? This is life. What is there to cry for?"
During the busjack scene - near the end of it, when the police enter the bus - I paused to write, "Puppetry. Each actor orchestrated, pulled by the strings." Much like Kitano's *Dolls*, one may imagine that this is a puppet show playing out in front of an audience.
Regarding Dolls and its focus on death, Kitano once said, "The reason why modern Japanese and Westerners loathe the notion of death so much is beyond me. There really is no reason to loathe death," -- a sentiment I feel is -- also, and in its own way -- significantly shared by Eureka.
Eureka arrests your attention. It leaves you feeling guilty to breathe, to blink, to disturb the movie's peace in any way at all. It is spectacular. It would move me to tears if that would not feel an overexaggeration of emotions. Though the tears are there, it is as if Eureka turns a mirror on you and asks you, "What is there to cry for? This is life. What is there to cry for?"
