I won't pretend to understand everything or even half of what went on in this film. I gave up pretty quickly into the film, however, I wanted to keep on watching and the film kept me enticed mainly for that reason. Sometimes it feels good not to understand? Just to watch for the beauty? The Magic? The craziness? The unknowingness of it all. I really found this film like I was wandering through a modern art gallery but so much better. It was painted beautifully, the setting and the colours; my mouth watered and i felt like i was eating a six course meal.The words also seemed to be quite poetically abstract to fit in with it all. A dream like film.

Jiang Wen's "In the heat of the sun" is a master piece and arguably the best Chinese film ever made. His second work "Gui Zi Lai Le" is controversial in its achievement but certainly fun to watch. The Chinese film industry has so much to expect from him after those crappy 'big productions' such as "Huang jin jia", "Banquet" and alike in recent years. But Jian Wen has failed people's expectation with this one. I don't care how high the technical achievement performed in this film. If a story told can not be comprehended by its dedicated viewers, it's not worthwhile watching. I always have an interest in decoding but do not feel like listening to other people's murmur - Jiang Wen's or anyone else'. Unfortunately, it has thus become a two-hour waste of my life. On the acting part, the talented Anthony Wong wasted his talent entirely in the film. Joan Chen's good performance was ruined by the ridiculous plot. As for the competition with "Lust; Caution" in Venice........ oh, come on!

The movie basically revolves around two interconnecting stories. In the first story, the mother of an 18 year old boy in the countryside of revolutionary China 1976 begins acting strangely once she falls out of a tree trying to retrieve a pair of her shoes that a mysteriously appearing bird, which was repeating "I know, I know, I know," had stolen. In the second story a teacher at a university in Shanghai (same time, 1976) is falsely accused of groping a female doctor at a film (where he is chased down and beaten by a crowd). The final segment of the movie connects the two tales.I left the theater with several plot questions unanswered and was glad to find out the Chinese audience I watched it with (in Chengdu, China) were equally as puzzled but just as enraptured with the film. You will definitely leave asking questions that I would assert are not possible to answer from the information provided in the film. But you also soon discover that it is really o.k. and the unanswered questions leave you thinking and talking about the film long after you have seen the movie. The film has a magical quality to it, even though it takes place during that most unmagical of times, the Cultural Revolution, with everything except for one scene at the end being set in 1976. The director, Jiang Wen, has only made three films in 15 years, and this is the only one of his that I have seen. But it definitely makes me want to see his other films.

Seen in the Toronto International Film Festival First thing, the English translation of the title is inaccurate. The Chinese title says "The sun rises as usual". I don't know if the mistranslation is due to oversight, incompetence or, this is a long shot, a sneaky ploy to draw attention to the film by subliminally invoking a connection with Hemingway's novel of the same name.Top Chinese actor JIANG Wen's third try at the director's chair seems to have been inspired by works like "Amores Perros" (2000), "21 grams" (2003) and Babel (2006). Should that really be the case, what has been achieved is only form, not substance. Under the superficial structure of interlinked stories and non-linear time frames, the complexity of the plot is nowhere near that of the three mentioned. While there are red herrings abound, there is really no ingenuous cause-and-effect links as in these others.The individual stories are however worth watching. While there are three, plus an epilogue that purportedly links everything together (which it kind of does, but in a rather haphazard way), I'll only mention the middle one. At 46, Joan Chen can still do neurotic-erotic like nobody else can. Anthony Wong, strumming a few acoustic chords and crooning a popular Indonesian folk ballad, is irresistible, to young girls and middle-age women alike:Bengawan Solo River of love we know Where my heart was set aglow When we loved not long ago(he sang in Chinese) Overall, the movie is well shot, with all the once avant-garde elements of camera deployment, montages, mise-en-scene, extensive voice over, visual and audio motifs, occasional wandering into the surreal, you name it. The effort is commendable and the result is watchable. Add a pinch of ingenuity in the next one and director Jiang will certainly be heading in the right direction.