If I could compose my dreams, they would be choreographed like the fight scenes in Zhang Yimou’s Hero. Only Tan Dun could write the music. And impossibly, I would be as lovely, and deadly, as Maggie Cheung. I watch “Fallen Masters, Falling Leaves” often, captivated by the women’s grace, the perfect eye of the camera, and the kiss of melancholy.
NOTE: I’ve linked the clearest video of this scene I could find, but sadly it is also the shortest, cutting off both the beginning and the ending. Most of the longer clips on YouTube had dreadful dubbing or quality issues.