Starry Starry Night
– Taiwan, 2011
Tom Lin’s second directorial effort is a wonderfully
frustrating film – wonderful because of it focus on two realistic, sympathetic
characters, and frustrating because just when it should be taking its story
seriously, it turns inward in a way that is neither believable nor entirely
interesting. Like many recent Taiwanese films, the film uses the rather vivid
imaginations of its lead characters as a way of adding fantasy to what would
otherwise be a serious drama. Here, the characters’ imaginations create a colorful
world filled with living paper crane animals and one rather large blue elephant
that is missing a leg, and in a few scenes, these make-belief creatures walk
side by side them, much like they do Uncle Remus in Song of the South. I didn’t mind these moments so much, for they
came off as fairly true portraits of how children use their imaginations. However,
I have a hard time buying into a character being surprised by the fantastic
images that her brain comes up with and interacting with them as if they were new to her. Most of the time, we control the images we see in our head; we
do not watch them outside a window and marvel at their surprising, spontaneous nature.
The pity is that the film’s reliance on these dream-like,
fantasy images undercuts its more serious undertones, for what we have in Starry Starry Night is two characters
who are in danger of withdrawing within themselves so much that it would take
quite a long time for even the most experienced psychiatrists to draw them back
out. In fact, the film has many elements found in movies about great quests,
only in this film, the quest is not riches or fame, but happiness and family.
In one of the most touching moments of the film, the two of them lie on a pair
of benches in an abandoned, run-down church and relate the events that have led
them to be who they are. They are experiences that no child should ever have.
The two teenagers at the heart of the film are Mei (Jiao Xu)
and Jie (Hui Ming Lin). Towards the beginning of the film, we learn that Mei
has been spending a lot of time with her grandfather, played by Kenneth Tsang. Her
grandfather lives in the mountains in one of those homes that seems straight
out of a fairy tale. In fact, the first time I laid eyes on it, it gave me flashbacks
of Geppetto’s workshop in Pinocchio. Therefore,
it is easy to see why Mei is so attached to both her grandfather and the magical
place he resides in. Making it even more appealing is what awaits her back in
the big city – a family in complete disarray. During an early pivotal scene,
Mei’s mother (Rene Liu) is too distracted by an imminent phone call to give her
daughter the attention she deserves. When the call does come, we watch as Mei
sees her mother become emotionally undone by the news that a trip to Paris has
been cancelled at the last minute. Only a few things can cause such a sudden switch
in emotion, and when Mei’s mother proclaims she wants to be left alone in her room, we can pretty much tell what
has happened.
As for Jie, he is a quiet one, preferring to spend time drawing
in the large red sketchbook that he carries around with him. His last name is
Chou, and if you know anything about the Taiwanese pop music scene, you’ll
immediately recognize the potential teasing that this name could bring him. In
one of the film’s most tender moments, we see Jie peering down from his
upper-floor apartment at a chorus of Christmas carolers going around the
neighboring spreading good cheer. In his hands he holds a white recorder, which
he is playing perfectly in sync with the carolers below. It is in this moment
that Mei recognizes a kindred spirit, a person who has also withdrawn inward
and uses his imagination to get by. The two eventually form a rather special
friendship.
In other films, a set-up such as this one would begin a tale
of two characters coming of age, perhaps even developing their first crushes.
Lin, who wrote the screenplay, wisely avoids this. While other characters,
including Mei’s mother, speak of relationships and spread rumors of the two of
them kissing, the relationship between them actually remains platonic, as it
should. These are characters in need of friends, not lovers, and to their
credit, they seem to understand that. Even when there are circumstance that could
lead them into a moment of awkward intimacy, all they can do is reach out for
the other’s hand, and when this happens, it is an act of camaraderie, not
passion.
The revelation in the film is young Jiao Xu, who shows a maturity
well beyond her years. Just 14 at the time she made the film, Xu is called upon
to react to the figments of Mei’s imagination and convince the audience that
she really sees them, and she succeeds every time. There are also moments when
she must summon tears and pain in response to situations that if there is any
justice in the world she has not experienced so far in her short life. Again she
is thoroughly convincing. A scene in a restaurant is noteworthy for the range
of emotions that she shows in it. In it, Mei starts out shy and embarrassed.
Then she surrenders to the joy of dancing with her mother in public, only to
change again when her mother continues dancing even after the music has
stopped. It is as if her mother is refusing to let go of the joy that this
dance and all the memories accompanying it have brought her. Jiao Xu’s response
is perfect, and it tells us more about Mei’s mother than any flashback or
narration could ever hope to.
As sweet and touching as the film is, it is slightly undone
by the film’s erroneous use of imaginary images and its decision to allow Mei
to narrate certain moments of the film. The problem is that Lin’s script calls
for Mei to deliver a message that is global instead of personal, as if Mei were
representative of every child in the world and could deliver a plea for better
treatment on their behalf. The message, already clear by that point in the
film, should have been left implied. Also disappointing is the film’s final
act, which takes viewers into the future. Here a grown Mei, played by Lunmei
Kwai, walks the streets of Paris with her younger sister and discovers
something that seems far too coincidental to be believable. It’s as if Lin didn’t
trust his audience to handle ambiguity. So instead of having an ending that
treats the audience respectfully, like that of Lin’s previous film, Winds of September, Starry Starry Night ends with an unrealistic act of symbolism
instead of truth. It’s a mistake, and it almost undoes what is otherwise a
moving tale about two extremely likeable characters. (on DVD in Region 3 and
Blu-ray in Hong Kong)
3 and a half stars
*Starry Starry Night
is in Chinese with English subtitles.
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