It was OK. I don't see why everyone loves it so much. It wasn't very smart or deep or well-directed.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

This short by Zhang Ke is, in a way, a distillation of his usual concerns and aesthetic sensibilities. It has no dialogue, no acting, no story. It starts with documentations of working class transportation (trains, buses), then moves on to show people waiting in a train station, the camera lovingly probes some crippled party politician, sitting and smiling in his wheelchair complete with Mao Ze Dong pictures and red and golden banners. Then we move on to a dance hall (a usual meeting place for Zhang Ke), where a dance lesson is in session. All in all, quite moving, strangely compelling. Another piece in the director's ongoing documentation of the modern-China puzzle.