Rouge

Sometimes films just take your breath away. This is one of them, for me. I first saw it when it aired on Channel 4 in the UK in the early 90's and then recently managed to pick up a copy on video. After all these years, it's lost none of the impact it had on me when I first saw it.

"Rouge" tells the story of two doomed lovers in the early 1930's. He is a high class gentleman, Twelfth Master Chan Chen-Pang, the heir to three successful medicine stores. She is Fleur, a famous courtesan. His parents disapprove of both his choice of lover and also his passion for the Cantonese opera. They are horrified when he decides to give up the shopkeeping business in favour of becoming an actor and immediately order him to return to the family. So he and Fleur take their own lives, vowing to meet up in the afterlife and be together forever. Fifty years later, her ghost returns to the world of the living, still searching for her beloved Twelfth Master.

On the surface, it's a traditional Chinese romantic ghost story but there's far more lurking underneath. Essentially "Rouge" is a lament on a bygone age of pre-Westernised China, a yearning for a return to the old values, traditions and passions that are now lost beneath the neon lights and soulless rush of modern-day Hong Kong. It's also a lonesome mediation on the nature of trust and the complexity of human relationships with a tragic punchline and a strong sense of alienation running throughout.

Deeply melancholy, loaded with ravishingly beautiful imagery and haunting performances from the two gifted leads (Anita Mui and the ever-mesmerising Lesley Cheung), "Rouge" is an unforgettable, understated and utterly unique piece of filmmaking. A very strange, subtle blend of genres that floats around the mind long after the end credits have finished rolling. 9 out of 10.

One of those slow, lugubrious films that nevertheless holds your interest if you are intrigued by the stars. And in this case the stars are two all-time greats of Hong Kong cinema, Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui. Cheung's complex performance as Mui's lover, simultaneously devoted and ambivalent, is nuanced by the knowledge of his real-life homosexuality. Throughout the film, the camera returns to focus on Mui's face; she holds one's interest through her ability to convey her inner thoughts through an amazing range of facial expressions.

This complicated love story is now made more poignant by the real life fact that both actors died young, in 2003 - Cheung by suicide and Mui by cancer. Recommended for romantics, film buffs, and devotees of Cheung and Mui.

Unhappy together. An exquisite, enduringly resonant elegy for both lost love and vanishing history, Rouge is made all the more surreal thanks to its transcendently melancholy mood that's as illusory as time itself. One that feels all the more resonant and devastating due to real life coming to echo the film, with this already sombre love story made all the more tragic by the untimely deaths of its two leads. It's a subtle exploration of the differences between its periods, achieved through simple juxtaposition, particularly in terms of contrasting societal attitudes toward love and marriage. Director Stanley Kwan renders the two time periods in radically different ways, the thirties in florid images and modern times in muted tones; the lurid dramas of history functioning as stimulants for neutered passions of what was modern society, a journey to a time seemingly glamorous, yet everything always has a spell that can never be broken. But it's the lead performers that simply dominate and overshadow the plot from beginning to end. Cheung brings an enormous sensitivity and vulnerability to his role. He is impulsive and romantic, but also weak-minded and cowardly. Mui is simply radiant as Fleur. She has such a careful and precise control over her presence and presentation throughout the film. Above all, she gives her character a tremendous dignity. Does love really last forever? Infused with both a sense of nostalgia and, ultimately, an interrogation of that nostalgia, by Rouge's end, the sadness over the loss of the past seems to fade away. Ending on a forward-looking basis: the past has brought pain and regret, and the future is free of it, inviting its audience, in the end, things are probably going to be better in the years to come than the ones that have passed.

Anita and Leslie are pefect match of their roles in the movie. No doubt they can act so vividly the role in the movie. They both possess the aura of the beginning of twentieth century. The two superstars collaberated to create a melodrama that hits your heart so painfully, particularly when both are not with us now. There are so many flowers in front of the Mandarin Hotel from fans all over the world in April first. They are both living in the bottom of our hearts.

Lets hope that both enjoy singing together in another world.

"...like a dreamy moon, or a flower just out of reach..."

Stanley Kwan serves up a feast for the eyes in Rouge, with its gorgeous colors, lights, and the radiant Anita Mui. The connection between her and Leslie Cheung is electric from the very beginning when she sings to him. She plays a woman in 1930's Hong Kong who had been sold into prostitution as a teenager, and he's a customer of hers from a well-to-do-family. When they start getting serious, however, his mother politely objects.

I won't spoil it, but how the film transitions unexpectedly to the present, with a ghostly haunting, and then to melancholy is both dreamy and touching. Anita Mui is dazzling throughout, and the cute newspaper couple, played by Emily Chu and Alex Man, provide a nice modern relationship parallel. Aside from the feelings of romance and heartache the film stirs up, there are elements of sentimentality from things simply changing with time, like the city itself. The ending goes for the emotional jugular too, and succeeds.