Thursday, July 17, 2008

Connects Hard Drive To Tv [FILM] The Hole, Tsai Ming Liang (1998)



Taipei Sewers

In 1998, Tsai Ming-liang film presented hole, he observed that the world could be a lot worse.


Oscar Soler P.
www.revistateina.com

U na steady rain falls on Taipei. The water hits the roofs and facades of buildings, then scampers through the cracks and low floor to floor to the ground. Tenants windows closed but not before take-awayfrom the heights to-dry damp walls and plug leaks: they hide in their houses in a continuous downpour of their own neighbors. The film

Hole (Dong, 1998), Taiwan's population suffers the unstoppable advance of a strange epidemic. Officials say the virus is transmitted through drinking water and cockroaches blame transport across the island. In fact, these patients behave like insects crawling around their homes to shady, moist areas where they are sheltered. In response, the government quarantine entire regions of the island and the water company announced power cuts to force the evacuation of areasprotagonists change with the appearance of a hole in the roof that connects their homes. One day the plumber comes to the floor guy to take a look at the pipes, because the downstairs neighbor has bread wet walls. While the plumber is working, the young are away and when he returns to his surprise, he discovered the open living room floor around pipes.

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Through the lives of these neighbors converges and privacy of their homes away, especially hers. The boy is fond of poking around downstairs in the absence of other chores, and she suffers from its noise and eccentricities. Thereafter, the alarm clock, the smell of insecticide, cough or television and are shared on a different floor despiteefforts of both. To make matters worse, the boy enlarges the hole to get involved more in the life of his neighbor, while she anxiously awaits the return of the plumber to repair the damage. At last it appears that the boy is in love and she also feels a certain attraction to its upstairs neighbor. Precisely

love is all that illuminates a claustrophobic atmosphere. The protagonist feels for her neighbor a "I and I dare not" and she dreams of the lover of his life, in fact imagine a series of musical scenes where he plays the romantic songs of an old Chinese actress (Grace Chang). Also sex is the second pillar on which Tsai Ming-liang, the director supports their optimism. In a place donde moisture and splashes are constant, the tedium of characters results in sexual attraction, they have no other source of pleasure to feed their lives apart from masturbation.

There is a very revealing scene in this regard. The boy is so idle that enlarges the hole in the ceiling, polishing the damage of the living room floor and carefully introduces the leg at that gap. This is a full-fledged sexual penetration: the boy does dip gently to the entire leg and invade the intimate space of its neighbor. Its aim is pleasure, even if it comes to the invasion, forbidden or risk. Another issue is how to get from there then his leg, it costs you. CONCLUSIONS

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Tsai Ming-liang is a name that sounds Chinese but is actually Taiwanese. This unknown member since its inception the club of "auteur" directors labeled this group as well to promote a dubious film sales. How did he do? For testing the patience of its viewers with endless flat, terse dialogue and original situations.

In fact, Woody Allen would collapse if I had to write the script for a movie Tsai Ming-liang, the talks are sensitive, social life provides the context of his films is negligible. For

hole, the human is

silence as not to comprehend the existence of a communityneighboring ad ... Not even an urban society. Life is compared with that of cockroaches, but is that as living characters can not be even this comparison: if human beings were Hymenoptera, bugs would be lost without parent or connection whatsoever, like ants without antennae; convicted to a fatal decline only surpassed by love. ::: REVIEW PUBLISHED IN JOURNAL TEIN

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