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Coming Home - (2014)
The 8th and final film in my Zhang Yimou/Gong Li boxed set had me wandering around the room with tears in my eyes - such is the emotional impact of the very sad and melancholic
Coming Home. It takes aim at the Chinese Cultural Revolution and the long-term devastation it wrought among ordinary, innocent families. Lu Yanshi (Chen Daoming) has escaped from the labour camp he was sent to for no other reason than being an "intellectual" and desperately tries to meet up with his beloved wife Feng Wanyu (Gong Li), but their indoctrinated daughter Dandan (Zhang Huiwen), cruelly manipulated by the authorities, has other ideas. Leap forward a number of years, and the madness has ended. Lu is allowed to come home, but when he finally gets to greet his wife he finds her the victim of severe mental deterioration, and she no longer remembers who he is - forcing Lu to invent new identities and try all kinds of methods to reach the only woman he'll ever love. Gone is Zhang Yimou's newfound flair for visual spectacle, but
Coming Home isn't depressing, despite it's spartan, colourless features. Instead it's a deeply sad meditation on loss, damage and the irreparable consequences of persecution and cruelty. It made me reflect a lot on my family, and loss - familial love and security is so important, so to lose that certainly hurts. It's sweet though - the small victories, and resolute strength of will when it comes on never giving up on your loved ones will shine through, and hope comes to the fore quite often. A fine way to finish off this 8-film voyage through Zhang Yimou's work.
8/10
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Haunted Honeymoon - (1986)
I've avoided this Gene Wilder-written & directed comedy for such a long time now, pretty much aware of it's PoS status and not really attracted to it at first glance anyway. I decided to check it out, just because I got curious. For the first third or so, I thought it was going to prove to be a hidden gem, and that perhaps it was an ill-regarded movie that clicked with me for some reason. I was finding it uproariously funny and clever! The cast! Wilder and Gilda Radner. Jim Carter as a Dracula-like magician seemed a perfect fit. Bryan Pringle as Pfister, the butler, was killing it. I love Jonathan Pryce, and Ann Way is such a precious character actress to add fun to proceedings. It was all working so well. Wilder's secret trysts with ex-girlfriend Sylvia (Eve Ferret) were a riot. He plays Larry Abbot - a performer on radio who is so affected by bouts of fear that a group of family and friends decide to try a technique which involves scaring him so much during a pre-wedding weekend that it'll desensitise him. Dom DeLuise plays Aunt Katherine Abbot, and gets some great deadpan lines. Then everything simply falls apart - there's too much going on, and none of the comedy gets to breathe at all. Wilder tries to spread everyone so thinly - generous to a fault, but it means nobody really has time to develop well-measured comedic moments. The film collapses under it's own weight, and the whole thing is a mess - no longer funny, and simply scatterbrained. Jim Carter just goes missing, Pryce is wasted and Pringle is used too much - diluting his effect as the ugly, overbearingly frightening butler. The frenetic slapstick antics aren't funny, and the carefully worked out comedy falls victim to rushed attempts at bombast servicing a scattered and tangled plot. This could have been good, but something bad happened during this film's production and/or post-production.
4/10