Film review

  • A Brighter Summer Day

    Gǔlǐng jiē shàonián shārén shìjiàn

    Edward Yang (1991)

    This marathon, critically revered crime drama – 237 minutes long, 78th in Sight and Sound‘s latest 100-greatest films poll – is set in Taipei at the start of the 1960s.  The main narrative is introduced by text on screen:

    ‘Millions of mainland Chinese fled to Taiwan with the National Government after its civil war defeat by the Chinese Communists in 1949.  Their children were brought up in an uneasy atmosphere created by the parents’ own uncertainty about the future.  Many formed street gangs to search for identity and to strengthen their sense of security.’

    One of those children was Edward Yang, born in Shanghai in 1947 and who grew up in Taipei.  The climactic killing in A Brighter Summer Day derives from a real crime, committed in 1960 by a teenage boy roughly the same age as Yang.  In an interview for S&S in 1993, Yang explained to Tony Rayns that ‘the incident stayed with me and when I began researching it found that most of my contemporaries remembered it clearly too, whereas older people had forgotten it.  And I began to realise that all of us had sympathy with the kids involved.  It could have happened to any one of us’.

    Yang’s fourteen-year-old protagonist, Xiao S’ir (Zhang Zhen), is the second-youngest of five children in a middle-class family that came to Taiwan as part of the exodus from mainland China.  His father, Zhang Ju (Zhang Guozhu), is a civil servant.  In a brief prologue to the main action, we learn that Xiao S’ir has failed a junior high-school examination and will need to attend night school to prepare for a retake; we watch the displeased father and his chastened son listening to a radio broadcast that confirms the names of high-school students recently admitted to university.  Zhang Ju is worried by the bad reputation of Taipei night schools as breeding grounds for juvenile delinquency; his worries are soon vindicated when the narrative moves forward from 1959 to 1960.  Yang describes the events whereby Xiao S’ir is caught up in the world of two Taipei youth gangs, the Little Park Boys and the 217s.  Honey, leader of the Little Park Boys, is hiding out in Tainan after killing one of the 217s in an argument over Honey’s girlfriend, Ming (Lisa Yang).  It’s Ming who subsequently becomes Xiao S’ir’s girlfriend and whom he will eventually stab and kill, close to the end of the film.  In the meantime, Honey (Lin Hongming) returns to Taipei, only to die at the hands of the 217s leader, Shandong (Yang Shunqing); the Little Park Boys murder Shandong and other 217s in revenge; Zhang Ju is interrogated by secret police about his past associations with the Chinese Communist Party and, after being released, is demoted in his government job.  The film’s epilogue is preceded by more legends, which explain that Xiao S’ir was sentenced to death for Ming’s killing, the sentence was subsequently commuted to fifteen years’ imprisonment and Xiao S’ir was released from jail in 1976.  In the closing scene, his mother (Elaine Jin), sorting through things in the now-deserted family home, weeps as she comes across Xiao S’ir’s school uniform and listens to another radio roll-call of successful students’ names.

    This is cutting what’s obviously a very long story short – and I’ll have to admit defeat in writing as much as I hoped to about this film.  Watching Yi Yi (2000) two years ago left me eager to see more of Edward Yang’s work but I really struggled with A Brighter Summer Day.  It was clear enough that Yang intended Xiao S’ir’s story to be a microcosm of contemporary Taiwan and the challenges it faced, but I found it very hard to follow the details of the conflicts between and within the two youth gangs; and although the summary above might suggest that Yang develops his portrait of Taiwanese society as a whole by concentrating on a single family within it, that’s far from the case.  The cast is enormous.  At the end of four hours, I still wasn’t sure who some of the characters were; to be honest, it’s only through looking at the details on the BFI handout that I realise even that Xiao S’ir has four siblings.  There are occasional powerful moments:  the romantic-minded young gang leader Honey’s monologue, on his return to Taipei, in which he describes reading countless routine war stories along with War and Peace; the breakdown of the usually very together Mrs Zhang into uncontrollable sobs after her husband’s arrest and demotion.  Yet these moments stand out because they’re conspicuous acting highlights – and, as such, departures from Yang’s predominantly naturalistic style.  At other important stages of the story, I couldn’t make sense of why characters reacted as they did (or didn’t:  Xiao S’ir doesn’t appear to react at all to his father’s prolonged interrogation, for example).  When Xiao S’ir confronts Ming outside their high school, she sees the gun and knife he’s carrying and quietly takes them from him; I didn’t get why Ming, apparently unworried, then handed the weapons back to Xiao S’ir.  Moments later, she’s dead.

    I began to wonder if I couldn’t ‘read’ A Brighter Summer Day because of its cultural setting.  I can’t think why that might have been the case – there was no such difficulty with Yi Yi – but the nagging suspicion was reinforced by the Western pop music that plays a significant part in the story, and which I found easily its most engaging element.  When the teenagers gather at a youth club, Xiao S’ir’s friend Cat (Wang Qizan), although he’s tiny and his voice hasn’t yet broken, is the star vocal turn, performing Frankie Avalon’s ‘Why’[1], Ricky Nelson’s ‘There’ll Never Be Anyone Else’ and Elvis Presley’s ‘Don’t Be Cruel’ in a vigorous falsetto.  These songs symbolise the unsure cultural identity of this particular generation of Taiwanese[2].  In the early post-war years, as Yang told Tony Rayns, ‘The image of America as a model modern country drew strong.  And America was always fresh.  If you tuned into a rock ‘n’ roll show on US Forces Radio, there’d be a new Number One every week.  Whereas if you tuned into a Chinese music station, you’d hear the same thing over and over again’.

    As the film’s intriguing English title makes clear, Elvis numbers are especially important.  A couple of the older kids carefully listen to songs they’ve recorded from the radio in order to transcribe the English lyrics for Cat to learn.  They debate whether the words in ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight?’ are ‘a bright summer day’ or ‘a brighter summer day’.  You understand why:  Elvis enunciates the ‘t’ in ‘bright’ so definitely that it’s almost an extra syllable.  Cat makes a recording of his own version of the song:   as he proudly reveals to unseen officials when he later visits the jail where Xiao S’ir is being held, Cat has sent a copy of his recording to the King himself, and received an appreciative letter and a ring in reply.  Perhaps the renaming of Yang’s film for its international release – the original Chinese title translates literally as ‘Youth Homicide Incident on Guling Street’ – implies that I wasn’t alone in having to latch on to the pop songs aspect of the story; or perhaps I’m just trying to console myself for failing with A Brighter Summer Day.  I came out of it feeling disappointed but grateful that I’d already seen Yi Yi.  If my first exposure to his work had been through A Brighter Summer Day, I might not have wanted to go back for more Edward Yang.

    8 March 2025

    [1] Or, as I think of it, Anthony Newley’s ‘Why’:  Frankie Avalon first recorded the song, written by his manager and producer, in late 1959; the Newley cover topped the British charts in February 1960.

    [2] By the way, in one musical sequence a group is playing at the youth club.  It puzzled me that ‘Telstar’ was emblazoned on their drums:  the satellite wasn’t launched until July 1962; the Joe Meek/Tornados single – which really was a British original! – was released a few weeks later.

  • The Last Showgirl

    Gia Coppola (2024)

    Kate Gersten’s screenplay is adapted from her own stage play.  Although that play is (so far) unproduced, Gia Coppola seems at pains literally to obscure her film’s origins as a theatre piece.  At least, you hope that’s the case – that The Last Showgirl‘s muddy lighting and sometimes blurry images aren’t an accident.  The handheld camerawork makes sense when the performers in the long-running, soon-to-close Las Vegas revue at the heart of the story hurry downstairs from dressing rooms to the stage; during passages of dialogue between two characters just sitting or standing, the restless camera is a desperate (and futile) assertion that the situation isn’t static.  Perhaps Coppola (who is Francis Ford’s granddaughter), in designing the murky visuals with DP Autumn Durald Arkapaw, had the same idea that Edward Berger had in Conclave:  the days of traditional Vegas entertainment, like those of the Catholic Church, are numbered – let’s make it look as if night is falling on the institution.  Whatever her intentions, Coppola’s technique merely draws attention to Kate Gersten’s script – because you can hear better than you can see what’s going on.

    Gersten wrote the source material quite recently – ‘inspired … [by] her visits to the Jubilee! show before it closed in 2016’ (Wikipedia) – but the piece itself has an antique feel, in terms of how the dramatis personae are written and interact.  The title character is Shelly Gardner, now fifty-seven years old.  Shelly has been in the line-up of showgirls in ‘Le Razzle Dazzle’ revue, at a casino resort on the Las Vegas Strip, since the 1980s; as the years have passed her place in the stage line-up has shifted backwards.  Her pal Annette, probably a decade older, got the push from Le Razzle Dazzle and now works locally as a cocktail waitress.  Hard-bitten, wisecracking Annette’s purpose is to complement emotionally vulnerable Shelly – who still insists, against all the evidence, on the enduring beauty and artistry of showgirl work (and deplores as ‘obscene’ the neo-burlesque show with which the casino owners are replacing Le Razzle Dazzle).  Shelly has a twenty-something daughter, Hannah, from whom she’s estranged but who now (for no good reason other than to compound her mother’s sadness) reappears in Shelly’s life and even comes to watch her perform:  dismissing what she sees as a ‘stupid nudie show’, Hannah returns to Arizona, where she’s soon to graduate from college.  Eddie, the revue’s soft-spoken, diffident producer, seems to carry a torch for Shelly and they eventually go out for dinner together.  The evening ends badly but not before it’s revealed that Eddie is Hannah’s father, which his daughter doesn’t know.  Shelly shares a cramped dressing room with two much younger showgirls, Jodie and Mary-Anne, both with problems of their own, both inclined to treat Shelly as the mother figure they can tell those problems to …

    The Last Showgirl has attracted attention chiefly because Shelly is played by Pamela Anderson.  It arrives in cinemas hot on the heels of two other movies, Emilia Pérez and The Substance, whose impact was inextricably linked to the identity of their lead actress.  For her work in Gia Coppola’s film, Anderson, herself fifty-seven, didn’t, unlike Karla Sofia Gascón and Demi Moore, get an Oscar nomination but she did, along with those two, receive Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild recognition – not bad going for someone whose time in the big time was assumed to have ended along with Baywatch (and its movie spin-offs).  While she hasn’t been unanimously praised, Anderson has had plenty of enthusiastic reviews for The Last Showgirl.  A good few, of course, have described her as a ‘revelation’ in the film – which is bound to be the case for viewers like me who’ve never seen an episode of Baywatch or anything else Anderson has done.  She does give an appealing performance, though.  Pamela Anderson looks (and, especially, sounds) to be a limited actress but that’s probably part of what’s appealing; it certainly contributes to the fragility she gives Shelly.  Jamie Lee Curtis’s greater histrionic flair and confidence as Annette has the effect of making Curtis too powerful for her cliched support role; Dave Bautista (Eddie), Billie Lourd (Hannah) and Brenda Song (Mary-Anne) seem a better fit for their parts.  Kiernan Shipka (Jodie) stood out as an exceptionally thoughtful child performer when she played Don Draper’s daughter in Mad Men.  I’d not seen Shipka again until now; at twenty-five, she still emits a vibrant intelligence.  It’s an unusual quality but not right in The Last Showgirl.

    Some films with ‘last’ in their title often don’t do much more than confirm what it says on the can and The Last Showgirl is one of them.  Kate Gersten’s unperformed play in fact had a more interesting and allusive title – Body Work – but you can see why the people behind Coppola’s film might have thought that insufficiently commercial.  What’s disappointing about The Last Showgirl, even allowing for its modest production budget (<$2m), is how little ‘show’ is shown.  There are solo numbers of sorts:  Annette drunkenly moves around on the stage of the cocktail bar (to ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’); in the dressing room, Jodie shows off to Shelly and Mary-Anne a new bump-and-grind routine that she’s developed; Shelly, with unemployment staring her in the face, auditions for a new show with what she considers to be artistic dance:  the casting director (a cameo from Jason Schwartzman – Gia Coppola’s cousin, once removed!) tells her that since it’s neither gymnastic nor sexy, it’s not what he’s looking for.  But only in the film’s last sequence does Coppola gives Le Razzle Dazzle show – the final show – any real screen time.  I think I liked this sequence better than any other in The Last Showgirl, though it’s also in one respect among the worst:  Shelly sees Hannah backstage, then Hannah and Eddie together in the audience, but-it’s-only-a-fantasy.  What’s good about the finale is that, when Shelly puts on her broadest showgirl grin, it’s not only masking her heartbreak but seems also to express her naïve, unshakeable belief in the value of what she’s doing – has loved doing – on stage.

    6 March 2025

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