I have two films to tell you about in this column, one of which I recommend to your attention because it’s beautiful, absorbing, touching and droll. It will involve you in the choices its characters make, and it will probably make you think about how you live, too. I’m speaking about Yi Yi (also known as A One and a Two), written and directed by Edward Yang. As for the other film–Dancer in the Dark by Lars von Trier–I had to watch the thing, and now you’re damn well going to read about it.
While you’re getting braced, I will point out that I’m not the first to link these pictures. This past spring, at the Cannes festival, Dancer in the Dark won the top prize, while Yi Yi earned Edward Yang the award for best director. Now it’s autumn, and the New York Film Festival is launching both movies in the United States. You might say the festival is showing us two major possibilities for film. You might also say that Martin Luther King Jr. and Huey Long represent two options in politics.
Of course, to some eyes, Yi Yi appears soft and safe–as does Dr. King, to people who don’t look beyond that nice, chubby man who talked about dreams. I can understand the criticism. Yang has put a wedding at the beginning of Yi Yi, a funeral at the end and a birth right in the middle. That’s enough in itself to set off a life-affirmation warning–and the alarm really starts to clang once you realize that the main characters, members of a single middle-class family in Taipei, span the ages from childhood through senescence.
Before you bolt, though, I’d like to mention the seating arrangement at that concluding funeral, where characters who ought to clump together prefer to be separated by a few crucial inches. Look from one side of the aisle to the other, and you understand that for all its buoyancy, Yi Yi dramatizes the breakup of a family and the withering of illusions, as experienced in a society where everyone’s supposed to be rich and everybody’s going broke.
At the film’s heart is the paterfamilias, known as NJ (Wu Nienjen), a partner in a rapidly failing computer company. A slight man with the solemn, baggy look of a Taiwanese Buster Keaton, NJ quietly accepts every duty that arises, retreats into music when he can (using the portable disc player that’s his favorite possession) and stares deadpan into the face of a hundred indignities. These begin at the wedding of his brother-in-law (Chen Xisheng), where the bride’s advanced state of pregnancy is only the first of many breaches of decorum and escalating disasters. Among the others: NJ’s first love, Sherry (Ke Suyun), suddenly materializes in the hotel lobby, after thirty years’ absence; and his mother-in-law (Tang Ruyun) is rushed to the hospital in a coma. “Don’t worry,” cries the newlywed brother-in-law, arriving at the hospital roaring drunk. “Today is the luckiest day in the year. Nothing bad can happen.”