Woah, what did I just watch? From the opening frame that completely falls out of its window, Zheng Lu Xinyuan’s debut is enigmatically allusive, sometimes frustrating, and often mesmerizing. I’ve seen these themes displayed on film before, but here it feels fresh, if not a bit rough (similar to how I felt about Kaili Blues).
Zheng Lu really throws so much at the wall here playing with varying narrative forms and stylistic/aesthetic choices with a fractional and almost floating rhythm while maintaining a minimalistic presentation. It might not all work, but when it does it feels incredibly unique and best of all personal. And bold. I’m actually still in awe that she was able to pull of some of the imagery here both in its intrepidity that’s “excitingly uncompromising,” but also in its inventiveness. Some of these shots seriously blew my mind.
The world better be ready for these Chinese women filmmakers.
They’re not coming. They’re already here 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼