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“The work of a master in full command of the resources of his art. . . . As I watched the final credits of YI YI through bleary eyes, I struggled to identify the overpowering feeling that was making me tear up. Was it grief? Joy? Mirth? Yes, I decided, it was all of these. But mostly, it was gratitude” (A.O. Scott, The New York Times). Named film of the year by the National Society of Film Critics, YI YI also won Yang the Best Director award at Cannes and elicited a torrent of praise for its range of tones, intimate character portraits, complex yet uncontrived narrative, and the mastery of its mise-en-scène. (Yang captures the chaos of life with pitch-perfect versatility in medium shots teeming with hustle and bustle and, in one poignant scene, shooting a weeping woman through a reflecting window pane to emphasize her alienation and sorrow.) The film charts the rollercoaster lives of a Taipei family: deflated NJ, a middle-aged businessman who stumbles across his high school sweetheart; his emotionally volatile wife; their troubled teenage daughter; and Polaroid-toting, philosophically-minded young son, as they navigate weddings, funerals, suicides, illness, and heartbreak. As gentle as it is frenetic, moving nimbly between borderline slapstick and great undercurrents of sadness, YI YI is “wise, delicate and impeccably performed” (Edward Guthman, San Francisco Chronicle). “A marvel of delicacy and humor” (Pete Travers, Rolling Stone).
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Rated 14A.
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