Venice 2013 Dispatch, Last Days: Saying Goodbye To Tsai Ming-liang
In the meanwhile, the Femen activists are delighting the photographers with their boobs, Juno Mak is entertaining the Chinese audience around the laguna, and Andrzej Wajda is getting his special award. Back to the viewing:
Tsai Ming-liang: 1992 - 2013. We Bid You Adieu
When you watch a Tsai Ming-liang film, you know exactly how it will be: Very long static shots, a very silent mood, Lee Kang-sheng smoking or crying or taking a piss or taking a shit or just sleeping, etc.. His latest work, Stray Dogs, is exactly the same, and you'll probably love it or hate it for the same exact reasons you loved or hated What Time Is It There? or I Don't Want To Sleep Alone. That's because Tsai Ming-liang's approach to cinema hasn't evolved in 20 years of a career, motionless and fixed like his camera, always staying with the same concept and mise-en-scène... maybe tired and tiring.
I confess to being a great fan of the Taiwanese auteur, and that's why I'm happy about his decision to retire from making films. It is quite evident, now, that Tsai has nothing left to say anymore, to himself or the audience. His cinematographic career is perfect, and perfection means that there is nothing left to add, that we've reached a point of risky recycle. Tsai Ming-liang is over. Long live Tsai Ming-liang. Thank you for the memories