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Winter vacation - Li Hongqi

China, as it appears through the film resembles a heap of garbage placed in the middle of the world where we manage a few flashes of poetic and political groaning under the despair and rage. The more we see of Chinese films, the less one wants to visit China. Winter vacation and no exception to this anti-tropism.
The film is set in what might be called a suburb (and long low buildings, vacant lots, streets with no one) at a time might be called the winter (snow which already stifling gray chokes), with characters we could identify as young (in their jackets and their voices). There is a bias of very slow (it may take more than a minute between a question and answer, which has resulted in many stir the bottom of the room Reflet Médicis), plus a other bias, equally radical, low light and fading. Young people come to see the pseudo-leader of their pseudo-band ready to break her the slightest wrong word: he sleeps, it encircles, be patient around his bed. The question is: what kind will be waking up?
Violent, certainly, although violence is still too leash. Philosophical as well, and there it carbide. Li Hongqi because no attempt not the realism of boredom, he seeks his metaphysics. And these young people invertebrates, who do not know what to do with their bodies and their vacation days, have suddenly magical impressions, revelations that move us: "I did not know you were someone as sensitive" said one to another, without having any visible impact, if not a top secret fluid, transparent, invading the plan unexpected sweetness.
characters seek to understand so they are there, in the suburbs together. Understanding the mystery of what unites them despite their appearance of ice reports, in which circulates a affection bordering on love, as in Kaurismaki, as in Waiting for Godot.
There is also something in Li Hongqi Elia Suleiman, for his wry humor married to a very controlled aesthetic, a sense of space and materials. Plans are incredibly beautiful (Li Hongqi is a painter apparently), so we can watch without getting bored (and often being moved) despite their excessive length, which has no free because it is the sine qua non of these micro-events of a thought and an understanding of the other very quickly by surface before plunging back into silence. The invasion of the pink fluorescent in the background, the guitars of a punk band with it, is the beautiful beginning of a revolt coming, I would have liked to see developed. For the filmmaker made this bet: with an area as poor as rare colors, actions also tenuous, things as ugly in themselves, emotion born of their absurd combination. Rather than boredom that brings boredom, or some form of recognizable reality, it's nice that is targeted. Wonder of the beautiful as neurasthenic-forced-to-the-stay.