-For those not already familiar with them, the HKFA and HKIFF publications are excellent sources for books on HK film in English.
I once tried to purchase a whole bunch of these publications from the HKIFF website, but the shipping costs scotched the deal. Many's the time I wished I knew someone who lived in Hong Kong who could buy them and ship them to me for a more reasonable cost.
- Are statues of General Kwan, etc much different than wearing a crucifix around your neck or a statue of the Virgin Mary at home?
Good point, and one I tried to make earlier in the thread. Although one thing I've noticed in Hong Kong films (as in a handful of American films) is the more pronounced fear OF THE DEAD, rather than an explicit fear OF DEATH. I think Western mythologies (and that's all any of it is, really) claim much of their impact from exploiting (and supposedly comforting) the fear of death. Thus, filmmakers have for ages exploited the Judeo-Christian concepts of an wrathful god, and tempting satan, angels, demons, exorcists, etc., etc, ad nauseum. I supposed Chinese viewers look at some of "our" horror titles with a mix of curiosity, misunderstanding and ridicule, perhaps the same way some uninformed westerners might view Hong Kong "horror" for the first time.
The subject of "anxiety" in horror films and non-horror films is apt here, although its the dramatic thrust of just about all horror films the world over. Plenty of drama can be wrung from the inability of a culture to understand "the other," whatever it deems such an entity to be. The most facsinating example of this, to me, is the treatment of mainlanders in Hong Kong cinema, which seemed to grow nastier as the handover drew near. For a long time in the 50’s and 60’s, they were often treated as ingorant hicks or backwards relatives in Hong Kong cinema, worthy of a few chuckles, but through the 70's , 80's and 90's they grew to be something worse, a threat that I suppose mirrored certain realities. As Hong Kong flourished, and the communist system fell into its virtually pre-ordained decline, mainlanders were strikingly portrayed as a force to be feared, mistrusted, one that would destroy Hong Kong’s livelihood from the inside as they filtered more or less unchecked into the colony in search of a free ride. Films like LONG ARM OF THE LAW and it’s offspring are fairly obvious examples of this phenomena, but my personal favourite, and one that I think represents the irrationality of some Hong Kongers at its most bleak as well as the determination of a faction of mainlanders at their most desperate, is the Johnnie To production INTRUDER from 1997, starring Wu Chien-lien (playing WAAAAY against type), Wayne Lai Yiu-cheung and Moses Chan Ho, in which a lonely cabbie (Wayne Lai) has his life systematically destroyed by a psychotic mainlander (Wu Chien-lin), pretending to be a prostitute, who will stop at nothing to obtain Hong Kong citizenship for her and her husband (Moses Chan), who’s waiting back home. It takes only about ten minutes to feel the political allegory that saturates this film and one soon realizes its message will be delivered with the subtlety of a hammer to the head. I know it didn’t do much business at the box office, perhaps.
I suppose the fear of the mainland was bound to infuse much of Hong Kong cinema until after the handover - and not just the horror films, either - after which it became clear the mainland was a rather toothless tiger and, in fact, was slowly embracing capitalism. Sure, they may have to follow tighter rules, but Hong Kong filmmakers have little choice but to embrace the mainland market if they want to stay viable. Of course, one can’t rule out the power of the Chinese diaspora, either. And thankfully, the low-budget filmmakers are still churning out the wonderfully superstitious horror fare, though I suspect it’s more for the local and international video markets than for the mainland.
The presentation of all this mysticism, as I mentioned before, has often seemed more implicit than explicit, as though the act of simply SHOWING something that would be frightening to the Chinese mindset is more intellectually frightening than the “mechanics” of actually jolting an audience or building suspenseful momentum via well-trod editing techniques and narrative styles that seems to be a mainstay of the form in the U.S.
Thailand: yes, this is the locus of "big magic". Why, I am not really sure. There is a priest in Thailand who is the darling of the movie star/pop star set. They are always flying down there (Eric Tsang is one of the main devotees, and has gotten a lot of others to participate) to get special blessings and so forth. This priest has, BTW, recently predicted that a tsunami-type disaster will hit Hong Kong on the eve of Chinese New Year this year. He's told everyone to stay indoors after 9 PM on that evening (I think 8 February). Watch this space!
What a crock of s**t. If the guy's so good, maybe he could've predicted the Tsunami that hit his own friggin' country!
Isn't Thailand one of those places where ancient rituals and beliefs have thrived to this day and western religions have had made few inroads? A long history of weird beliefs does not make the system any more logical or intuitively sound, but seeing someone so thoroughly convinced of their divine inspiration can be just as convincing to a receptive mind (or a celebrity), even if they openly brush it off so as not to appear weak-willed
The bit about Eric Tsang disheartens but doesn’t surprise me, any more than all the Americans and Canadians who claim to be good Christians, Jews, Muslims or wha have you, but are easily fooled into believing the latest new age “therapies” simply because they APPEAR to have some tradition behind them that may have been hitherto unknown to those being suckered, but which have been endlessly documented as flawed or downright fraudulent almost from day one. Reading and understanding science (whether or not it opposes religious belief, although it often does) requires much more brain power than accepting things on faith...
Oh, I’ll be watching this space alright, as well as all the news sites, ultimately to confirm my suspicions (if what you say is true) that Eric Tsang and his pallies are a bunch of easily-duped fools when it comes to superstitious crap like this. Shame, really, the guy’s an entertainment powerhouse, but then entertainment industries the world over seem to be populated by insecure people with little time to read opposing viewpoints when a simple visit to a shamanistic crazyman will do. And even if the Thai priest’s prophecy comes true, it scientifically proves nothing beyond a lucky guess. Of course, if the Tsunami happens in the next year, he’ll still say he was right, but that his god was using a scratchy connection or something. For the record, I’m predicting it will happen the second Wednesday after his prediction! Let’s see who’s right.
By the way, Odresel, that Fonoroff story is rather creepy. I’ve overheard conversations like that between Gweilos and their too-young-looking Asian acquaintances many times here in Canada. I used to wonder what such attractive women were doing with these dorks. Then, completely by chance (oooh, how superstitious!), I went and started dating a Canadian-Korean girl (one of a literal handful in my mid-size city) and realized that people probably now think the same thing about me, especially when we’re in Asian communities. Then again, I think this sort of inclusivity is an inevitable result of a mixed culture, and is therefore a fantastic thing. When I visit Toronto these days, I see an increasing number of non-Asian WOMEN dating Asian men, so us young ‘uns are finally starting to knock down what’s left of these silly cultural walls. A few more generations and it should be an interesting culture, once all the old farts and their constipated thinking start shuffling off to meet their invisible beings in the sky....