
1995 · Tsai Ming-liang
Three lonely young denizens of Taipei unknowingly share an apartment: May, a real estate agent who uses it for her sexual affairs; Ah-jung, her current lover; and Hsiao-kang, who's stolen the key and uses the apartment as a retreat.
dir. Tsai Ming-liang · 1995
Three solitary Taipei residents unknowingly share a vacant luxury apartment: a real-estate agent who uses it for assignations, her casual lover, and a young columbarium salesman who has quietly stolen a key. From this near-farcical premise Tsai Ming-liang builds one of the great films of urban loneliness — almost wordless, unscored, composed in long static takes where desire circulates through empty rooms like air-conditioning. Tsai, the Malaysian-born master of Taiwan's Second New Wave, was already refining his signature elements: his lifelong on-screen alter ego Lee Kang-sheng, the anonymous real estate of a city mid-boom, bodies that ache for contact and settle for proximity. The queer longing threaded through the salesman's scenes is handled with a tenderness that was quietly radical for 1994, the year the film took the Golden Lion at Venice and announced Tsai internationally. It ends on one of cinema's most audacious sustained close-ups, held far past comfort — a shot that has been argued over for three decades and loses none of its power when you know it's coming.
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