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An interesting precursor to Olympics will be seen soon enough.

With hundreds of thousands flying in for the Rio Carnival.

And then of course, flying back to where ever they flew in from.

With souveniors given to them free to bring back to home , friends and families.

Not sure I can comment too harshly on that one. It would solve a lot of other problems. We'd have to make sure the mozzies were spread out a bit though, in the interests of fairness.

Not to worry.

Aedes, especially aedes aegypti, very democratic and found in all continents other than Antartica.

Especially where rubbish are strewn and left uncollected which is almost everywhere.

Very very fair.  In golf courses or in the slums.

 

Its like that saying about about really knowing someone until you live with them . Well, I had lived with him. 

 

"You never really know a flatmate until you travel with them. "

 

 

 

Could I ?  

 

You are a funny guy !  

 

He wasnt travelling, that was the thing, just hanging around a city getting drunk and going to clubs. After I left him behind I went north, stayed at an amazing youth hostel, by the water, with a resident pet dolphin and  trawlers where I bought fish lobster and crabs direct from the fishermen for  BBQ, camped in a spot where I had all my food on hand ( kumara, berries, cress, mushrooms and trout ) picked up a  woman who was on the run from her husband and kids from a holiday resort and had sex with 3 times one night in a cow paddock .   Then I got picked up by Maoris , camped out with them by the lake, and they took me power boating in their friemds boat .... and .... and .... and . 

 

meanwhile said friend  who  " I could have learned so much about life from " was stuck at Auckland until his Mummy sent him money so he could back home as he spent all his money on alcohol and pretending to be rich . 

 

 

 

What aggro ?       

 

I already knew how to fleece others long before that, and I got and still get by fine all by my self. 

 

Oh yeah ,   after the guy I should have stuck with, got bailed out and went home, he ended up picking up a heroin habit. 

 

 

 

 

Idiotic seacumber spirit  thinking idiotic taoist might really be an idiot

You could have picked up from him interesting ways of throwing up!

There can be no limit and end to learning.

Ciggies a very good medium of exchange in many of my unplanned encounters.

One was when I exchanged that for coffee and roasted squid on the beach of Trengganu while waiting for huge leatherback turtles.

Plagiarised from  Turtle watching at Raz Al Jinz  Nov 2008

Great as this spectacle was that night, I could not help revisiting the memories I had of an even greater event. Very sadly, that event which I took for granted at that time, will never ever be repeated again.

That was back in 1969, the year I completed my A levels. I drove with a group of friends to Ratau Abang in Trengganu on the East Coast of Peninsula Malaysia late that year. That was in an old Ford Anglia, made much older by me and my friends, but gave us all as much if not more pleasure and fun than a Ferrari would have.

In that late evening, we found ourselves to be the only people on that beach, other than for 3-4 fishermen from a nearby village. They had a small fire brewing coffee and roasting cuttlefish. I exchanged my cigarettes for their coffee and cuttlefish and waited with them in convivial quiet conversations waiting for the leatherbacks to climb onto the beach.

My emotions at the first sight of those gigantic turtles as they came up was indescribable. They were huge. They appeared larger than the 3 meters that they were described to be. I felt I was in the presence of Volkswagen sized creatures. In rituals that they had done since time immemorial, climbing and setting the next generations of their kind on their birthing beaches.

Then with the 2nd, and the 3rd, and the 4th , and the 5th , they all crawled up to lay their eggs which were taken as they dropped by those fisher folks. There appeared to be no end of them and their tracks as they hauled themselves up the beach. I think we saw well over a hundred of them coming up and laying their eggs within the hour when the first started. In thoughtless stupidity of those times, we sat on those turtles without seemingly no impact on them when they moved back to the sea. We hold their flippers to be thrown effortlessly by them when they moved.

The hundreds was only the start of that night. And the tail end of the breeding season. How many more of them came before dawn broke we never would know.

About 7 years ago when I went to that beach again with some friends, there must have been 2000 people on that beach waiting to see those leatherbacks.

In what was the peak of their season, not a single leatherback appeared.

I do not blame the fisherfolks that night that took the eggs. They were simple kindly people surviving as best as they could. They did not eat all those eggs.

There is this advertisment on the TV. And the message that give is so meaningful. "If the buying stops, the killings will stop too."

After all, if you eat their eggs in the past, you robbed the future of their present. 

And if you discard your plastic bags , which washed down to the ocean and appeared like the jelly fish the leatherbacks feed on, they eat them. The plastic blocked their intestines and they die needless deaths. Because of the 'convenience' those throw-away plastic bags that offered us, less and less and less leatherbacks, and other creatures will appear for us and our children.

If we allowed unbridled 'developements' on seashore without proper environmental assessment because it is good to make money, Earth and her creatures pay the price first, followed by us and our children later on.

That evening in 1969 will never be repeated again. None in Malaysia will see those leatherbacks anymore other than in photographs.

And of exchanging ciggies with a tattooed tribal lady of the TaiYahChu tribe in PataKang  for a sip of her homemade wine up in the mountains  alongside of Taroko Gorge some time end of 1990

plagiarised from more fragments of Taiwan

One of them was said to be near one

hundred years old and looked like it. She have a broad black

band tattooed across her mouth. 

Fruits were Mandarin oranges and tiny hill peaches taken off the

orchard nearby. Flickering flames from a big wax torch lit up

the night while we glutted ourselves. The tattooed lady joined

us producing a bottle of rice wine. I bribed her with

cigarettes to get a share. It tasted so nice in that cool night

air. 

Idiotic Taoist wondering how to live like   an Idiotic sea cucumber

Well, I knew someone would challenge me on the numbers but the essence of what I said still stands.

 

Yes, most ants serve a useful purpose in nature.   

I also wonder about the aedes mosquitoes.

Can be a real blessing to our planet.

If only they carry a virus that caused sterility to Man instead of giving tiny heads to babies.

Idiotic Taoist waiting to be found quilty and cruxified for things he said as inhumanity to humanity, or for the language used.

This clearly shows how those que jumpers treated as traumatised refugees by hand wringling kumbaya singers trying to drum up even more $$$$$$ , perhaps to pay good money to councillors to those que jumpers.

 

 

Look at what 22.5 million people in Syria and neighbouring countries MIGHT be getting.  Just 7.7 billions.  Because those taharrushing people in Germany and Sweden will be getting hot soups and hot meals and warm houses.

 

Folks here and   Swiss cousins still wanting to give more to those que jumpers in Europe?

 

Someone still demanding proof that funds will expand to fill every and all needs?

 

Gimme a fucking break!

 

The UN is seeking $7.7bn (£5.4bn) to fund aid operations for 22.5 million people in Syria and neighbouring countries next year. However, only 43% of its 2015 appeal for $2.9bn was funded.

Against that $7.7 billions hoped for and planned for 22.5 millions for real refugees in their own area, here is what got to go to just 80,000 in Berlin alone.  Hot soup and hot meals and $$$$ into begging bowls not counted in yet.

No wonder more and more smart refugees go to Germany and Europe to get lots more and more of the $$$$$ .  Who cares if less and less and less of the $$$$ go to those still in Syria and Turkey and Jordan?

Their fault for being stupid and staying and starving there.

The cost of Merkel’s migrant policy: Berlin ALONE to pay £454m to house refugees in hotels

ANGELA Merkel’s migrant policy is set to cost Berlin alone £454million as the German capital negotiates a plan to rent 22 hotels to house refugees.

What more can I say but to salute your ability to treat all these aberrations of justice with such stoic bearings and calmness as if that matter nothing at all to you all.

Perhaps all those matter absolutely nothing at all to you.  The language that I chose to use bothers you all a lot more than those events.  You not ready to go into the issue and rather turn that to ad hominem savaging of the language used.

Nevermind if thats not supposed to be done here.  What are rules when you wish to override those rules?

Must be entirely my immaturity and my fault that I felt so strongly.  And on events on opposite side of the world too.

I resist the temptations to set out other fishing hooks with different kind of baits to see who else I can land.

I got better things to do with life.

And then again, I might have laid out baited hooks which seemed to land me quite a few of those holier than thou creatures here.

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UK got a fucking sickness that if not seen, cannot be imagined either.

Giving dole and housing to mullahs who made it their sole purpose in life to spread jihadism and hate speeches promoting even more holder of begging bowls coming into UK.

And turning the Trident submarine into a kind of taxi service.

And using public money to fund lawyers to check the specks in the eyes of  your own people that you send to fight for you in Afghan and Iraq and to hound them in law courts with judges like below doing the fucking judging.  Your fucking judge set that migrant below  free to walk around and laugh all the way to his bank and beat up others or whatever he choses to do.

Migrant centre banned from holding memorial to Swedish social worker 'stabbed to death by Somali boy, 15' in case it upsets refugee children
 

How nice to be one of those traumatised refugee children where folks around are so considerate to them.

Sure will please the swiss cousins and all other kumbayaing folks.

In many schools and peer groups, those who read are referred to as geeks, swots, girlies. For men it's worse. It appears to be regarded as unmanly, not macho, effeminate and weak. Of course book burning is something every tyranny loves to do.

That was one thing none of them would dare to say of me.  Anyone from High School to University will be considered as having won me in arm wrestling if I had to take more than a second to bring their hand down.

They seen me  broke off bricks hold upright on palm of hand with reversed punch.  My more stupid days in hard Martial Arts before I was woken up much later by Masters in Taiwan.

I have come across many people of my own age and younger who declare themselves proud because they haven't read a book since finishing school.

I seen the same in my neck of the woods.

Even many of those who finished University are so proud that they never read a book outside of what they were assigned to read.  And wondering why I wasted so much of my time reading and reading all kinds of books outside my course of studies.

I decided telling them I read Tao Te Ching since I was 13 years old would have been a waste of my time.

Migrant crisis to cost £38BILLION by end of 2017 for Germany ALONE - and bill is rising

 

Which meant Germany will give 38 billion less to her own people and  to other 50++ millions refugees  in other parts of the world so those que jumpers in her borders be given money in their begging bowls and hot soup and warm meals and warm homes for energy to go taharushing about.

 

Unless funds can somehow magically expand as so thought by someone here.

This clearly shows how those que jumpers treated as traumatised refugees by hand wringling kumbaya singers trying to drum up even more $$$$$$ , perhaps to pay good money to councillors to those que jumpers.

Look at what 22.5 million people in Syria and neighbouring countries MIGHT be getting.  Just 7.7 billions.  Because those taharrushing people in Germany and Sweden will be getting hot soups and hot meals and warm houses.

Folks here and   Swiss cousins still wanting to give more to those que jumpers in Europe?

Someone still demanding proof that funds will expand to fill every and all needs?

Gimme a fucking break!

The UN is seeking $7.7bn (£5.4bn) to fund aid operations for 22.5 million people in Syria and neighbouring countries next year. However, only 43% of its 2015 appeal for $2.9bn was funded.

Nikon Singapore had this contest for best monochrome shot , be be awarded a Nikon trolley case.

Nikon Singapore posted an announcement on its Facebook page on Jan. 29, 2016, congratulating photographer Chay Yu Wei for capturing a serendipitous perfect shot of an airplane framed by a ladder in Chinatown.

This was what Nikon added.

Yu Wei chanced upon a set of ladders while on a photowalk with his friends in Chinatown, and thought the view above would make an interesting perspective. Little did he expect to catch an airplane in mid-air. We’ll try looking up too, Yu Wei; your shot has won you a Nikon trolley bag. Congratulations!
Photo Credit: Chay Yu Wei using the Nikon D90
Shutter Speed: 1/1600”
Aperture: F2.8

Yu Wei answered a question that he was lucky and had not waited too long to take that shot.

Which was soon found to be photoshopped inside.

Furthermore, a very similar photo was done by someone else a year earlier who from the beginning said he photoshopped a plane inside the ladder cage.

Others started to look up the ladders and snapped away

“Yu Wei chanced upon a set of ladders while on a photowalk with his friends in Chinatown, and thought the view above would make an interesting perspective. Little did he expect to catch Donald Trump blocking the ladder and forbidding any immigrants from entering.”

http://mothership.sg/2016/01/nikon-spore-facebook-awards-prize-to-badly-photoshopped-perfect-shot-of-an-airplane-in-chinatown/

Idiotic Taoist wondering if he should get a Nikon as well

edited to include the original image made   earlier 

The photo above was posted some 53 weeks ago, by a 20-year-old street photographer named Lee Yik Keat.  Who said from the beginning that was a composite of photos when asked how he took that shot.

Whose back end have you been poking?

Anyone needing a jar or two of Pond's cold cream?

Or cheap used axle grease?

Or handfuls of coarse wet sand and grit?

All tastes can be catered for.

You picked such a fun and wise travelling companion.

You could have learned so much more about life , and perhaps got richer too, if you continued on your travel with him.

Consider the aggro to you  as your tuition fees for him showing you the ropes of how to get by and fleece others.

Idiotic Taoist always eager to learn

Which meant Germany will give 38 billion less to her own people and  to other 50++ millions refugees  in other parts of the world so those que jumpers in her borders be given money in their begging bowls and hot soup and warm meals and warm homes for energy to go taharushing about.

Unless funds can somehow magically expand as so thought by someone here.

I thought I add this below as this was the issue that made me create this thread since it was deleted when I first wrote of this elsewhere just a few days ago.

I thought Dr Strangelove will be a suitable mention for enlightened movies.

Especially so when Peter Sellers was brought up in an earlier post in another thread.   Considering Sellers played 4 roles in Strangelove, so I added my take.

For those who were born recently as as in 1969 and not known of the wonders of living in a world where red buttons could be pressed to send thousands megatons left and right and up and down, people like me were living in morbid fascination not if, but when that button would be pressed.  Strange to say, compare with life now, life that time was an oasis of peace with only proxie wars taking place with no suicide bombings in public.  Very civilised then.

BUT, the threat of megatons going off made for crazy living under heightened adrenline rush.

Even if the red buttons were not pressed, there were very near situations when those buttons would be pressed.  

DEFCON levels were what the world lived with.  Reaching Defcon 2 a few times , just one level short of Defcon 1 and end of everything.  

Then we also had Broken Arrows of accidents with nuclear weapons.  In 1961 a B52 crashed in USA sending off her Mk 39 4 megaton bombs.  Five of the six arming mechanisms on one of the Mk 39 4 megaton bombs activated, causing it to execute many of the steps needed to arm itself, such as charging the firing capacitors and, critically, deployment of a 100-foot-diameter (30 m) retard parachute. By grace of the Tao, the sixth and last mechanism did not activate. None of the 5 out of 6 were supposed to activate anyway, but they did.

Until Dr Strangelove came.  Making us a lot more enlightened and loving the BOMB instead of fearing the BOMB.

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Back to what I was talking of Director King Hu.  King Hu will stand tall with Kurosawa and Kulbrick.  Chinese Wuxia movies can be classed as before King Hu and after King Hu.  His realism and attention to details was not just like fresh air, it was like a typhoon sweeping into the cinema.  Wuxia movies before then were like cartoons and play acting.  KingHu appeared like a Master who ting jing and fa jing in a bunch of slow moving clowns thinking of chi and and there and peace and kumbayahing all over.

His movie Dragon Gate Inn, or Dragon Inn    龍門客棧  LungMen Ker Jang shown in 1967 before the advent of graphics and Hongkong special effects can still be breath taking even now 50 years later.

This contained more than 200 chinese words unlike Touch of Zen.  

For those who watched Saving Private Ryan, you recalled the realism of D Day invasion on Normandy beaches and could feel the impact of the bullets around you, and into you.

This was the first Chinese martial arts movie with that kind of realism that you felt the blows on your head and the sabre cutting into you.  Yet it was not just brutal fighting and killing.  

Tsao, the emperor's first eunuch, has successfully bested General Yu, his political opponent. The general was beheaded but his remaining children have been exiled from China. As the children are being escorted to the western border of the Chinese empire, Tsao plots to have the children killed. Tsao's secret police lie in ambush at the desolate Dragon Gate Inn. Martial arts expert Hsiao shows up at the inn, wanting to meet the innkeeper. Unknown to the secret police is that the innkeeper, Wu Ning, was one of the general's lieutenants and has summoned Hsiao to help the children. A brother-sister martial-artist team (children of another Yu lieutenant) also show up to help. These four race to find Yu's children and lead them to safety.

Some of the reviews of this movie

It’s 15th-century China. A noble minister has been executed and his children exiled by ferocious eunuch Cao (Ying). Despatched to murder the exiles before they reach the border, Cao’s secret police commandeer the isolated Dragon Gate Inn to await their quarry. They are met there by swordsman Xiao (Jun) who seems determined to get in the way.

Dragon Inn is a clear ancestor of films like Ang Lee’s Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Action blossoms from controlled, elegant moves into bursts of superhuman speed and agility. Bodies pirouette across vivid landscapes and through the air, the camera their graceful partner in motion. Its flowing sequences would be reason enough to seek out this wuxia landmark. But what sets Dragon Inn apart is the deadly precision of its dialogue – nimble wit that stalks, pounces and often prevails in tandem with the action, until the final scene, where it finds its mark.

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What Hu is the true master of is creating dynamic tension – both during the fights which tend to often be long drawn out duels which go back and forth in terms of who has the advantage (and Hu was not shy about having his heroes die – so the outcome of these fights are by no means predictable) and in the lead up. Hu squeezes out every ounce of tension in the lengthy preludes to the fight. He has the contestants eyeing each other – mentally circling one another in a battle of wits – gaining the measure of each other - testing one another with flying bowls or flung chopsticks.

The plot of this Dragon Inn is very similar to Tsui’s  - though the mood of the film is vastly different – darker – more serious in tone – no body parts being served as entrees or strip fu duels between women. The year is 1457 during the Ming Dynasty and the high eunuch Cao Shaoqin (Pai Ying) has had the Minister of Defense, Yu, executed and his children exiled to the far away frontier outpost of Dragon Gate. Cao Shaoqin becomes concerned that the children will return some day for revenge and so sends his spies of the Eastern Agency to wait for them at a local establishment on the way to the outpost in order to kill them. Hsu Feng plays the daughter – and though the part is very small - apparently Hu took a liking to her and she became his main actress for most of his future films.

Hu had a fascination for the possibilities within the setting of an inn. Here was a special universe – full of intrigue – anonymity – whispers behind closed doors – hidden identities - and different classes and types of characters meeting on common ground. He also loved the challenge of shooting action within the small confines of the inn – often using wonderful tracking shots to follow it. Three of his films had large sections take place within an inn – Come Drink with Me, Dragon Inn to a larger extent and finally The Fate of Lee Khan takes place nearly entirely within the inn setting.

The spies of the Eastern Agency arrive at Dragon Inn and wait for the children to show up – but first a stranger appears (Shi Jun) and calmly orders dinner. The spies are undercover – and try to kill the stranger – but he slowly reveals his great martial arts abilities  - by holding poison in his mouth – spinning a bowl of noodles across the room – catching a thrown knife with his chopsticks. More reinforcements show up – but they pull back cautiously from this unexpected adversary to wait for a more opportune time – but meanwhile two more itinerant travelers come to the inn  - Polly and her brother. It soon becomes clear that the strangers have all come for a reason – to protect the children of the minister against overwhelming odds. They may be small in numbers but all of them are superb martial artists – which Hu quickly establishes with a few camera shots and displays of agility - and willing to die for a cause.

Much of the first half of the film is a cat and mouse game – but the action kicks in when the children arrive and continues for much of the rest of the film. In her first action scene, Polly nearly steals the film as she is sent to delay a large force of the enemy to give the children time to get away. With eyes of steely determination – she sets herself in front of them and dares them to pass her – her petite body slicing and cutting and spinning as they surround her. It is a great scene and though Polly’s martial arts skills were far from what they were to become in later films, she is indeed splendid.

This film is not only an important film – it is also a very entertaining film – full of courage, heroism and sacrifice – themes that were important to Hu. I did not find it quite as exhilarating as Come Drink with Me or as powerful as A Touch of Zen – but it is a wonderful film and hopefully it will soon be available on DVD with the transfer that it deserves.

My rating for this film: 8.5

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Historical context, interpretation and thoughts on Dragon Inn by James Chang

Among all of the Hong Kong directors, King Hu is my personal favorite. The reason is simple. He was the only man who did nothing to defame the Chinese society or Chinese culture --- in his works we find no triads, harlots in Cheung-sam, drug dealers, nerve-racking gunfights or battalions of vampires. Instead, we have the essence of Confucianism and Zen Buddhism.

Before we look into the film itself, I think it is better for us to have an insight into the politics of the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644). The first Emperor Hung Wu (1328-1398), the founder of Ming, was a peasant when he was young and therefore he had a particular hatred for noblemen and scholars, who were able to THINK and QUESTION his reign. In order to suppress all resistance, he formed an agency, something like the KGB, to pry into the private lives of his subjects and arrest them whenever necessary. This agency is known as Jin Yi Wei (literally Embroidered Mantle Guards) and they served as the Imperial Guards. A Peer above the rank of a Count and a eunuch were made the commanding officers of this unit but usually it was the eunuch who wielded the actual power. Hung Wu's reign was marked by monstrous cruelty and treachery and over 300,000 people were either beheaded or sent to be 'ling chi' (cut into pieces).

In 1449, Emperor Ying T'sung was captured by the Tartars in a battle, and Defense Minister Yu Ch'ien proclaimed Ying T'sung's brother emperor and defeated the Tartars a year later. Ying T'sung was released by the barbarians and with the aid of a eunuch named Tsao Shao T'sin (played by Pai Ying) and Shi Heng, the Marquis of Wuching, he launched a coup d'etat and resumed the throne in 1457.Yu was beheaded and his sons were exiled. They were sent to Xin Jiang, and would inevitably pass through a place named 'Dragon Gate'. The ruthless Tsao Saho T'sin sent a team of Jin Yi agents to assassinate the children at Dragon Gate, however, they were rescued by a scholar who showed brilliant swordsmanship (played by Shi Jun) and a mysterious swordswoman (Polly Shang Kwan in her most legendary role). Finally, Tsao himself was killed and the children were saved. In real life, Tsao was accused of treason and put to death by the emperor himself----like most of his predecessors and successors.

It was a simple story told in a straightforward manner. Like most of King Hu's films, it has the following characteristics:

The use of an Inn

An ancient Chinese inn on a piece of barren land was a very dramatic situation where all kinds of conflicts can break out. In Dragon's Inn, this is the place where the heroes waged a sacred war against the evil power. On the other hand, such a narrow and shallow space can be used by the director to focus time and space into one phase. Another reason for Hu to choose an inn is that this is a place where all sorts and classes of people meet --- eunuchs, officers, swordsman, hawkers, hermits and spies can stay in the same drawing room. Hu can thus create a miniature of traditional society in an inn. Besides, only under such an occasion could a powerful eunuch possibly be slain.

The heroine dressed in male costumes

The leading ladies in most of Hu's work dressed themselves as males. Their relationships with their male comrades are vague---- they were neither husband and wives nor lovers. They were professional killers and had no interest in love or sex. They were purely 'comrades' and it seems that both sexes have to suppress their sexual desires. Look at Tsao, he was powerful and keen in swordsmanship, but he was a EUNUCH. It seems that he tried to avenge his castration by corrupting the country. Hu has always suggested that sexual desire may corrode one's martial abilities, and as a semi-Zen-Buddhist, he tried to explore the idea of ' The World is Void ' -----so is sex.

Influence of Peking Opera in Hu's films

In his films, one can always tell whether a guy is good or bad at the first sight. This is due to the Peking-Opera styled make-up adopted by Hu .In Peking Opera, there are only five types of characters and therefore Hu also tends to filter thousands of characters into a few typical ones. All characters in Hu's films were one-dimensional and their character was shown by their outward appearance. Basically, all of them had a purpose to life, but none of them had bones and flesh. The director used them as puppets to represent good and evil.

All of them kept on walking and running all the time, why?

The swordsmen and their comrades kept on moving, in search of freedom and their own destinies. What King Hu has always stressed that Zen, Confucianism, the fate of China, Chinese politics, history and myths, were only superficial themes of his works. They were only used to support his storyline, the real yet insinuated theme is the search for enlightenment, and the freedom of the soul. However, I don't think these swordsmen can succeed. They only fought against the secret agents, not against the emperor himself or his tyranny. They were sort of like Robin Hood, who was always loyal to the Imperial house. They did not understand that monarchy and feudalism itself was the root of all their sufferings. No matter how corrupt and vicious the government was, they wouldn't overthrow it. They would only kill one or two villains who were actually only lackeys of the Emperor. This is why they went into exile alone at the end of the story. Another important aspect of this sense of motion is that in Hu's film, since the story is so simple, the motion of the characters itself can be considered as part of the film's content.

The almost almighty villain

Villains, especially the chief villain, were also depicted as formidable swordsmen. Look at Tsao, look at his might. Our swordsmen have to use all their wisdom, courage and strength, plus the sacrifice of many, in order to overcome him. Tsao Shao T'sin was the first villain in Chinese film history to be depicted as a 'superman' who has gone to the wrong side. His image was copied countless times later.

Apart from all these interesting characteristics, Dragon Inn is an almost flawless cinematic piece. The storyline is simple and clear. The cinematography was poetic and exhilarating. King Hu' s knowledge of Chinese cultural history was shown by the authentic sets ---- they were so real as if they were antiques. King Hu must have studied thoroughly the costumes, weaponry and furnishings of the Ming period. I almost felt that I was really watching people of the Ming dynasty fighting upon the screen. In his first wuxia film, Come Drink With Me (1966), King Hu showed too much Japanese influence and the film reminded me of Yojimbo (1961,Akira Kurosawa). In Dragon Inn, everything is purely Chinese.

Finally, I would like to say something about the choreography. Although it was not as provocative as that in Tsui Hark's works, the choreography of this film, influenced by the Peking Opera, showed clearly the difference in different people's abilities in martial arts.

I would like to make a salute to Mr.Hu, maestro of Chinese cinema who was sacrificed by the over-commercial society of Hong Kong.

My rating of this film : 9

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It's common knowledge that Tsui Hark's Dragon Gate Inn 92 was meant as a paranoid allegory with the titular inn serving as a substitute for Hong Kong itself being threatened and eventually ransacked by brutal exterior forces and that it's boss (Maggie Cheung's unscrupulous, mercenary and fun-loving character) was serving as a stand-in for Hong Kong’s similarly minded inhabitants. In China the tradition of using art to pass subtle or not so subtle hidden/subversive messages is almost as old as the country itself. A large bulk of the nineties martial art/ swordplay revival had similarly thinly veiled subtexts and so in it's own peculiar way did the original Dragon Gate Inn classic by master filmmaker King Hu dating back from 1967.

Period films have always been shaped by and in some ways have reflected the contemporary time in which they were made. Since the nineties, swordplay films reflected the angst-filled anxieties brought about by the impending handover of Hong Kong to China. But what the first Dragon Inn reflected in the China of three decades ago was quite different. Back then after all Mao Tse Dong was still alive, his cultural revolution running amok throughout the country and Hong Kong itself was a red-hot kettle of social and economic change on the verge of exploding. Finally, let's not forget that Dragon Inn wasn't even a Hong Kong production to begin with but an entirely "made in Taiwan" film.  At its release Dragon Inn became a phenomenal run away hit over the whole of South-east Asia, the very first regional production to outdo the Hollywood-made imports. What was it in the movie that caught the viewer’s imagination that made it such a success? As the era itself and it's social and political context is long gone, it's the intent of  this piece to take a revealing peek and explain the surprising context and subtext of this great film.

THE DOUBLE SEVEN CONNECTION

Way back in 1975 King Hu once explained his interest in the Ming dynasty, and where he picked up some of his ideas for Dragon Gate Inn.

"It's a particularly controversial period …< >…. there was a much discussed book by Wu Han about Ming politics. It was on the one hand the period when Western influences first reached China; on the other, it was one of the most corrupt periods in Chinese politics. Most of the Ming emperors were bad; some were drug addicts, some were very young indeed when they came to the throne. Power was effectively in the hands of the Court Eunuchs, who created their own secret services, the "Dong Shang or "Eastern Group". Without exaggeration, you could say that the power of the Dong Shang exceeded that of the German Gestapo. They could arrest and execute virtually anyone, including ministers of the Courts, without accountability or, indeed any legal process. Both Dragon Gate Inn and A Touch of Zen deal specifically with the operations of the Dong Shang."

So far so good, but it doesn't inform us of the possible connection between Dragon Gate Inn and it's contemporary subtext. It's at this point however that King Hu made this surprising revelation.

"At the time I made those movies, the James Bond films were very popular, and I thought it was very wrong to make a hero of a secret service man. My films were kind of a comment on that."

So was Dragon Gate Inn, a Chinese swordplay movie set in fifteenth century Ming Dynasty China, an anti James Bond movie!?  Apparently Hu felt offended by the Bond's spy caper glorification of the murderous exploits of someone above the law, so he did a movie, which, yes, featured an intelligence agency but whose men were nothing more than ruthless assassins. "I didn't like James Bond." Hu said on another occasion. "They made him such a super hero but he was just an agent, a human being." With Dragon Gate Inn Hu did a sort of spy caper of his own but inverted it, put it in a historical context and somehow made it more realistic "It was a spy film, but the spies are very human. I didn't want to glamorize them."

Interestingly, while Dragon Inn’s main heroic character the knight-errant Hsiao had a vastly different appearance, he does appear to share many trademarks with Bond. In his own way he's quite dashing, cool and witty. He's also able and willing to kill if need be and he's not above cruelly mocking his opponents. Unlike Bond though he's an altruistic hero who serves not a government but a cause and an ideal. For all of his skills he remains quite mortal and remains susceptible to injuries. More than anything though, unlike Bond who can defeat the most devious of schemes on his own, beat the most towering of henchmen and dispatch the chief baddie with a "bon mot" on his lips, Dragon Inn’s knight errant hero needs others to achieve this end. He may single-handedly repulse many assaults against him but in the end team work and collective effort are the key.

THE EAST IS RED

Beyond the James Bond connection, King Hu never admitted to any other contemporary subtext. What Hu omitted to mention in his interview though, others have pointed out. That Wu Wan the writer/historian whose writing initially attracted Hu’s attention towards the Dong Shang in the first place became on the eve of the infamous Cultural Revolution one of the first victims of Mao Tse Dong's persecution. He was targeted for having written a play set in the Ming dynasty, where a courtier chastises an emperor, a thinly veiled reference to an actual occurrence between Mao and one of his top generals during the disastrously managed Great Leap Forward of the late fifties/early sixties (which had brought a famine causing the death of up to 30 to 40 million Chinese).  It's considered that Wu's persecution was the key event that prompted King Hu to do a film with a loyal minister and his family being persecuted by an all-powerful tyrant who is surrounded by devoted followers (the same as Mao's Red Guards) and whose very appearance is even evocative of Mao’s own.

THE WHITE TERROR

Both the James Bond and Mao/cultural revolution connections are acknowledged parts of Dragon Inn’s subtexts by film scholars. The following idea though is entirely this writers own, who speculates that the secret service element may also have been equally prompted by Taiwan's Republic of China’s own infamous intelligence agency. For despite being called a "Republic", Taiwan was actually a ruthlessly fascist-like one party state. Every square inch of the country was under the watch of the secret service, the "Kuo-Tang Ming" regime watchdog, who were not only into spying but passing disinformation, intimidation, and torture - even political assassination.  Chased away by the Communists back in 1949 and taking refuge in Taiwan, the Kuo-Tang-Ming forces forcibly took over the island and conducted an utter purge of it's native political and cultural elite which is said to have been more than 40,000 victims.

Taiwan then stayed under martial law for almost four decades during which it was subjected to a ruthlessly conducted anti-communist white terror campaign. It is quite telling that in the late seventies, well after Dragon Gate Inn’s release, the whole family of one of Taiwan’s opposition leaders was murdered in their sleep by a still unknown party. Then in the early eighties the secret service dispatched a triad hit squad to the USA to silence a Sino-American writer who had dared to write an unflattering biography of Taiwan’s then premier. Or that the wife of Taiwan’s current premier, a former opposition leader, was made a wheel chair bound invalid following a still unsolved car assault made in 1985 - at a time when the regime finally started to release it's iron grip.

Now unlike the Bond or Mao subtext, there is no obvious track leading to a Taiwan/Dragon Gate Inn connection and King Hu was quite new to Taiwan when he came to make movies after spending twenty years in Hong Kong. Still, the Dong Shang depredations as described in Dragon Inn fits the sort of activities of an above the law Gestapo like secret police such as existed in Taiwan. And the heavy atmosphere of fear, suspicion and duplicity does also fit the sort of society Taiwan must have been like under martial law. Yes, King Hu was a newcomer but not politically naive, and he must have recognized very quickly the island society for what it was, one of fear and whispers where the wrong words or the wrong act could result in imprisonment, torture and death. Under such circumstances it's hard to imagine that King Hu was not influenced in some way, although he remained careful to cover his tracks in order to avoid any trouble with Taiwan’s strict censorship laws.

A TOUCH OF CHINA

In Dragon Inn the Yu children are sent in internal exile to a far removed frontier outpost. This was a customary form of punishment in ancient China though more for common criminals than disgraced officials and their family. It was considered a fairly dreadful punishment, as it meant that one would be cut off from China's civilized world to live in a remote, hostile and all too alien territory.  Exile was also the fate of the Chinese living outside the motherland in the British colony of Hong Kong, Taiwan or south Asian countries; whether they were migrants, refugees or even stranded visitors caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. This was certainly true for King Hu, as he found himself stuck in Hong Kong when the frontier with the Mainland was closed down shortly after the Communist victory. Exile is not really part of Dragon Inn’s drama, or at least not much of it, but it's undeniably part of the film's context for it is King Hu’s life as an exile that brought him to make films painstakingly recreating ancient China and conjuring-up it's ancient classical culture. It was the evocation of ancient mythical China that seized the exiled Chinese viewers imaginations when Dragon Inn was released.

It tentatively rekindled a broken link for those who had or were forced to leave the motherland behind and gave a "touch of China" to their children, those who had left too young or were born outside of it. "People like me" once said Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon director Ang Lee in a tribute to King Hu following his death in 1997, "who grew up in Taiwan, receiving a Chinese education, have lost touch with the Mainland. Because I was brought up as a Chinese but I haven't really been to Mainland China. That's why I sometimes feel strange about my Chinese identity. This identity was obtained from Mr Hu’s movies and from TV and textbooks. It was very abstract, not because of blood relationship or land but rather an ambiguous cultural concept. It was like a dream. You couldn't make sense of everything, but it was a Holistic Chinese influence and it's in my blood".

PORTRAYAL OF VALOUR

So in the end King Hu's Dragon Gate Inn was just as anchored in the reality of it's days as the 1992 version was. Unlike Tsui Hark though, who made his film into an obvious outlandish allegory with it's politics on it's sleeves, Hu took a much more subtle and haunting approach gracefully brushing like an "evocation" the Chinese peoples tragic condition of endless tyranny, oppression and exile. But that's only the first part of the picture, the tales set-up, for afterwards Hu made Dragon Inn into a "heroic fantasy" with it's valiant heroes taking a stand against ruthless oppressors, challenging them, mocking them even.  Something a common Chinese could only dream of.

MAGNIFICENT DRAGON

Released in Taiwan in 1967, then the following year in Hong Kong, Dragon Gate Inn became a ground-breaking hit that attracted viewers for it's thrilling action, suspense and drama, it's outstanding cinematic quality, and no doubt because it captured with such grace and poignancy both an image of mythic ancient China as well as the inner pain, longing and desire of the Chinese people themselves. Dragon Inn’s success assured that King Hu’s cinematic approach would be imitated by a slew of directors and also gave Hu the commercial clout to make an even more visionary and ambitious work. Unfortunately, by the time he had finished Touch of Zen three years later, the south-east Asian viewers attention had moved to the more visceral, and angst-filled power of the budding kung fu cinema of Wang Yu, Bruce Lee and Chang Cheh. Although Hu would make a handful of truly outstanding martial art pictures during the following decade all would have mild or disappointing receptions at the box office. So Dragon Inn would sadly turn out to be quite a unique event.

Still it happened at such a crucial moment in history as to make it even more magnificent and precious than any other box office triumph ever. Indeed in 1967 Mao had triggered his Cultural Revolution, Wu Han the man whose writing and persecution had inspired King Hu was left to die in jail and an entire generation of young Chinese were taught to denigrate their own culture, some even actively seeking to destroy it. Yet outside of China there was this movie Dragon Gate Inn that was giving a taste of mythical China and creating a connection between young exiled Chinese and their Motherland. There can be no greater testimony to the endurance of Chinese culture and the power of King Hu’s cinematic vision than this.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_Inn

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/dragon-inn-long-men-ke-zhen/reviews/

Idiotic Taoist 

I almost want to request  name change.

But  I never can make up my mind as to I being the Idiotic Taoist, or Taoistic Idiot, or Idiot on the Path or any of the different permutations, which depends on which side of the bed I got off from and perhaps on how the duckies are lined up that morning.

I thought admin here will look askance on my requests after requests for name changes.

Which is why I refrained.

Daoistic Idiot without even a constant name to call myself

I thought Dr Strangelove will be a suitable mention for enlightened movies.

Especially so when Peter Sellers was brought up in an earlier post.  Considering Sellers played 4 roles in Strangelove, so I added my take.

For those who were born recently as as in 1969 and not known of the wonders of living in a world where red buttons could be pressed to send thousands megatons left and right and up and down, people like me were living in morbid fascination not if, but when that button would be pressed.  Strange to say, compare with life now, life that time was an oasis of peace with only proxie wars taking place with no suicide bombings in public.  Very civilised then.

BUT, the threat of megatons going off made for crazy living.

Until Dr Strangelove came.  Making us a lot more enlightened and loving the BOMB instead of fearing the BOMB.

But that must have gone against the good taste of the OP who saw it fit to burn or hide or delete what I wrote.

Which made me create my own soap box so I can write my enlightened movies without any future fears that being assessed by others if they are fit to be read and of being deleted.

I am almost inclined to bin anyone who chose to hide or burn or delete my postings.

And in future, I will be doing that for sure.

After all, if you do see it fit to delete my posts, I do not see why I should see any more of whatever the fuck you want to write.

Life is short, and it is up to me to keep my remaining life sweet and not have to indulge to see who can pee the furthest.

BTW:  Love this movie.

I promise I never will exercise my being thread owner to burn    hide any posts or even rants against me.  You noticed my own thread deviate, and for all I know, this might well be deleted by other owner who might be offended my writings destroyed the WA and harmony of whatever he trying to nurture

I watched this movie twice in the cinema when it first came out.

I seen it about 3 more times after I bought the video tape.

I fell in love with the heroine  Hsu Feng.  She oozed with sexuality and I placed her on a high pedestal.

Made the mistake of telling my heart to my tutors in Taiwan who refused to help me after that to find more of her.  I think they were afraid she would be one more of my tutors into the Chinese world.

Sammo Hung played an important part in this movie as one of the killers of the East Chamber.

Jackie Chan was his younger brother in the Peking opera/martial arts school and an unknown in the time then.  So Jackie was one of the unnamed stunt man in this movie.

The mystical temple of Abbot Hui in the Taroko Gorge in the movie

King Hu drove his backers crazy with his zest for perfection.

He delayed shooting for 6 months  to allow the wild grass, mang chow to grow and flower enough for the shot below

King Hu made me a huge fan of the mang chow that I extolled in my photos with Tinkerbell

And Tinkerbell in Taroko Gorge.  You notice the temple at the back and the cascading streams

And within that ChangChun temple

Idiotic Taoist who love A Touch of Zen and the mang chow

A Touch of Zen 

This is a Martial Arts (Wuxia) movie by King Hu shot in late 1960s finishing in 1971.

Action adventure with a lyrical feel, this is a kung fu film with a strong spiritual element. 

One of the most remarkable   movie ever made and about 200 minutes of images that flow so hauntingly from one to another.  A movie well worth the money and time.  

Many   top movies such as Crouching  Dragon Hidden Tiger and House of flying daggers acknowledge their debt to A touch of Zen.

In Chinese, this movie was titled Hsia Nu 俠女 , or Warrior Lady.

I first saw this movie in 1976.  I knew about 3-4 words of Chinese then.

This impressed on me so much when I found myself in Taiwan in 1990, I wanted to buy the video tape.  Problem was that I had no idea of the original title of  俠女

It will not matter even if your movie did not have English spoken.  In the entire 200 minutes, perhaps 200 Chinese words were spoken. 

Extract from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Touch_of_Zen

It will not matter even if I tell you the plot as it is the movie that really mattered.

So even if you do not know the 200 odd chinese words spoken in that movie , you will not be lost.

The story is largely seen through the eyes of Ku, who is a well-meaning but unambitious scholar and painter, with a tendency towards being clumsy and ineffectual. A stranger arrives in town wanting his portrait painted by Ku, but his real objective is to bring a female fugitive back to the city for execution on behalf of the East Chamber guards. The fugitive, Yang, is befriended by Ku and together they plot against the corrupt Eunuch Wei who wants to eradicate all trace of her family after her father attempts to warn the Emperor of the eunuch's corruption.

One of the unique aspects of the film is that Ku is a non-combatant all the way through the film and only becomes involved when he sleeps with Yang. Upon doing so, he is no longer the naïve bumbling innocent, but instead becomes confident and assertive, and when Yang's plight is revealed, he insists on being part of it – and even comes up with a fiendish "Ghost Trap" for the East Chamber guards. This is a plan to use a supposedly haunted site to play tricks on the guards to make them believe they are prey to the undead. In the aftermath, Ku walks through the carnage laughing at the ingenuity of his plan until the true cost of human life dawns upon him.

After the battle, Ku is unable to find Yang, whom he is told has left him and does not want him to follow her. He tracks her down to the monastery of the saintly and powerful Abbot Hui Yuan, where she has given birth to a child by Ku and become a nun. She tells Ku that their destiny together has ended and gives Ku their child. Later, when Ku and the child are tracked down by Hsu Hsien-Chen, the evil commander of Eunuch Wei's army, Yang and Abbot Hui come to Ku's rescue. In the ensuing battle, Hsu is killed and Yang and Abbot Hui are badly injured (the latter bleeding golden blood). The film famously ends with the injured Yang staggering towards a silhouetted figure, presumably Abbot Hui, seen meditating with the setting sun forming a halo around his head, an image suggesting the Buddha and enlightenment.

The film has been hailed for its cinematography, editing, and special effects, as well as its unusually thoughtful approach to the genre, with its strong thematic focus on Buddhism. The film makes strong use of symbolism throughout and is famous for its "abstract," open-ended finale. The motif of spiderwebs is often used to symbolize the tangled and sinister nature of the East Chamber and the evil Eunuch and the manipulative nature of Yang. Elsewhere, the film employs a dark, moody tone which enhances the sense of fantasy. Images of nature, the sun, and the use of lens flares are associated throughout with Buddhism and Abbot Hui's convent. The final battles between Hsu and Hui, which involve a number of mystical events, have been interpreted as a battle between good and evil or as a parable about Buddhist religious virtues, the evils of worldliness, and enlightenment.

The film was awarded the Technical Grand Prize and nominated for the Palme d'Or at the 1975 Cannes Film Festival.^[2]

Featuring stunning settings and backdrops, A Touch of Zen was an influence on many subsequent films, including Ang Lee's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Zhang Yimou's House of Flying Daggers.

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/touch_of_zen/

www.imdb.com/title/tt0064451/

(placed into its own thread to prevent it being hidden by other thread owners with their power to burn or hide)

While funds got hijacked into providing hot soup and hot meals and warm cozy houses for the traumatised migrants elbowing their ways to the front of the aid ques, hundreds of the true refugees are dying or dead in their own country.

Or you feel funds will multiply in mysterious ways to cover all needs?

The Dark Crystal was not mentioned here.

I am correcting that omission.   

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Crystal

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083791/

Idiotic Taoist

I defend the right of owners to hide posts made in their thread without explanations.

In the same manner, knowing owner hide a posting because of their preference, the poster can remove his posting left there in that thread so that his own posting will not be deleted.

Into a thread so started by himself where he can defend his turf in manner as he so wishes.

Idiotic Taoist all for proliferation of soap boxes.

  A tall order.

 

 

And thankless task to boot.

Just in case some members are unfamiliar with what is meant by kunbayahs being sung - here we go. Feel free to sing along.

 

I was actually singing and leading others in a circle singing this song in the early 70s against the wicked Americans fighting in Vietnam.  Never felt more righteous in my life until the killing fields started.