Flowers of Shanghai 1998

Set entirely within the walls of Shanghai’s elegant 19th century ‘flower houses’, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s genuinely intoxicating film is a kind of cinematic opiate, a rapturous period picture shot not around the conventions of all-knowing historical drama, but with a tantalising feeling for a world which has faded from memory. Centred on the frequent brothel visits of Master Wang (Tony Leung Chiu- Wai) and his fallout with his favourite girl, Crimson, while also straying into the lives and complications of other clients and courtesans, Flowers of Shanghai observes these comings and goings through a beautiful, melancholic haze, hovering over every ritual and gesture as if it’s about to be preserved in amber. Mark Lee Ping-bing’s gold-hued cinematography is extraordinary, by turns luminous from the natural glow of oil lamps and dreamlike from the clouds of secondhand smoke. In gorgeous extended takes where the camera is never quite still nor focused on one particular detail for too long, he and Hou create a drifting sense of time, place and anguish for the women imprisoned in this most lavish of bygone settings.