Pondering House of Flying Daggers
About a month back I purchased House of Flying Daggers, a movie we had rented and I had to have. Last night I finally got to watch my copy of it. I still love this movie, though I am slightly puzzled as to why. The choreographing is good, but not great, the cinematography likewise is good, but it is the story that gets me. Every time I have seen it the end of the movie grabs me in a way that forces me to call the movie beautiful, and that is why I am confused. This is new to me.
When I saw Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon it was the choreography more than anything else that won me over. Sure the deliciously non-American ending was a nice treat, but the dance-like fighting is what keeps me coming back to it. Hero, while having it's own good fight scenes and decent story, captured me with its breathtaking use of color and cinematography. Hero is a movie that is aesthetically beautiful moreso than any painting or sculpture I am likely to ever see. House of Flying Daggers however has a story that holds some strange beauty over me.
The movie is calming and soothing, and in my opinion it is one of the few tragic love stories done right. What really makes me scratch my head is why I like it while most others I have talked to do not. Is it that I am not as steeped in Hollywood culture? Is it that I am more focused on story that others? Or is it some other factor I am not aware of?
0 TrackBacks
Listed below are links to blogs that reference this entry: Pondering House of Flying Daggers.
TrackBack URL for this entry: http://blog.0kelvin.net/mt-tb.cgi/300
Leave a comment