Last night, movie night at the Tynes was wonderful because the film of choice was Chinese film The Road Home, one of my all-time favorites. It was the third time that I watched the movie and yet I found I still could not help but cry at the end of it — not because the finale was sad but simply because the film was so beautiful.
The 1999 flick tells the story of a young Chinese man who returns to his village to take care of the arrangements for his father’s funeral and to console his grieving mother. While there, the young man narrates his parents love story, which had been the talk of the village at the time.
The movie was just divine: Stunning cinematography, beautiful storyline and very engaging dialogue. It is a perfect movie. I really can watch this movie over and over again and never get enough. I wish Hollywood would pay more attention to such high-caliber films and maybe, just maybe, they could stop producing mainstream crap such as the disastrous Catwoman, the latest in a long list of horrible films I’ve had to endure.