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Mar. 18, 1991: Tainted Love By The Dye Vat
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Mar. 18, 1991 A Moment To Savor
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
CINEMA, Page 78
Tainted Love by the Dye Vat
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<p>A Chinese drama is lauded in Hollywood but banned in Beijing
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss--With reporting by Jaime A.
FlorCruz/Beijing
</p>
<p> Sometimes people don't notice a good movie until somebody
bad steps on it. To Western eyes, Zhang Yimou's Ju Dou might
seem to be just another pretty retelling of a familiar
triangle: a young woman, her elderly husband and her lover. Ju
Dou plays like Phaedra mixed with The Postman Always Rings
Twice--until the woman bears a son who grows ripe with
vengeance, and the movie becomes a bitter Bad Seed.
</p>
<p> But after Ju Dou was nominated for a foreign-film Oscar last
month, the Chinese authorities insisted that it be withdrawn
from consideration. (The Motion Picture Academy rejected the
demand.) Nor have the Chinese allowed the film to be shown
publicly on the mainland, though it has played to acclaim
elsewhere in the Far East and in Europe. Suddenly, this spare
melodrama acquired political significance. Zhang, 40, whose
previous film, Red Sorghum, made him the brightest light of
emerging Chinese cinema, became both an international cause
celebre and a man without a local audience. "To get Ju Dou past
the censors," Zhang says, "I have agreed to consider recutting
some parts. But I never heard back from them."
</p>
<p> If the movie seems enshrouded by fate, so are its
characters. Jinshan (Li Wei) runs a dye factory in northwestern
China in the 1920s. This vile old man has taken a young wife,
Ju Dou (Gong Li), who is made a slave to his viciousness. In
bed he gags and harnesses her and rides her like a donkey, and
the night bleeds with her shrieks. But the degradations stir
Ju Dou's willfulness and sensuality. Now she undresses before
the avid eyes of Tianqing (Li Baotian), her husband's adopted
son. By abandoning herself to him, she hopes to liberate the
captive nation of her heart.
</p>
<p> The story is primal, and so are Zhang's cinema strategies.
Everything is told through gestures and colors. In the
undressing scene, the beautiful Gong Li (who is the director's
offscreen companion) wordlessly expresses the range of Ju Dou's
feelings, from shame to rebellion to cool majesty. And with its
sensuous color scheme--reds, yellows, blues, in bold and
subtle tonalities--Ju Dou looks like a dream of carnage at
sunrise. When the couple make love by the dye vat, a long bolt
of red fabric unravels past Ju Dou's face: an ornament to her
ecstasy and a hint of the blood to be spilled. The lovers
cannot wash out the stain of their passion. This is a movie
about taint.
</p>
<p> Ju Dou is an austere thriller with one lingering mystery:
Why was it shelved? Did the old husband--brutal, impotent,
self-deluding--offer the Chinese rulers a disturbing mirror
image of themselves? Did Ju Dou's child--twisted, ruthless,
utterly inhuman--remind the authorities uncomfortably of the
'60s Red Guard? Maybe the film was deemed too sexy for Chinese
viewers. Though not much flesh is exposed, Ju Dou is a powerful
essay on sexual longing, grounded in time-honored dramatic
elements: fire, water, pain and lust.
</p>
<p> China's film bureaucracy is notoriously stubborn. But Zhang,
who as a young man sold his blood to buy his first camera, is
determined to keep making films at home. "I don't think I could
go on with my work abroad," he says. "Where could I find a
place overseas that looks like the Chinese countryside?" That
is the capping irony: China never looked more ravishing than
it does through Zhang's camera eye. The censors never looked
more myopic than when they suppressed and orphaned the most
intelligently gorgeous film since The Last Emperor.
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