Shadow (Ying)

Two dynasties rule a torrential realm yet one has sunk into subservience.

Its nobles protest their King's diplomatic digressions and seek to battle once more those who rationed their defeat.

But their commander has suffered a fearsome blow, and though he can no longer lead, his disciple remains fierce and willing.

A surrogate, a double, a shadow, a brother, found lost in the streets one day years ago, was taken in to become his shelter, should battle prove wanton and reckless.

This shadow effectively deceives far and wide, until he is ready to formidably challenge.

Aided instinctively by a proud weary court, he prepares for the fated day, his patrons having expediently conjured defence through the feminine, as has never been utilized or anticipated before.

Lithe dissonance expounding alarm.

Discreet novel exposure.

Bewitching in convex complement.

Yimou Zhang's Shadow (Ying) presents compelling tragedy.

Modest settings and stately composure give way to shocking excess, as strategic plans denote tactile wonder, and outcomes tax spry febrile throes.

It's like a play, multiple characters nuanced and referenced, august consequences sheathing reward, stark confines generating precepts, latent desire tempting envy.

If you think it lacks distinction or pressure or complaint or pulsation early on, invoke patience as it masterfully proceeds, a narrative rich in subtle intrigue, intricately concealing age old passion.

Bursting forth with beautiful song.

Spiralling in wavelike arrays.

Like a flexed symphonic whirlwind, it classically encircles sworn objectives, alighting loyalty, quest, and betrayal, as it presumes dynastic resonance.

Assurance is by no means decreed and trust consumes arrogant remonstrance.

Impossibility is wildly taunted, depression adroitly commandeered.

As if it never did stop raining.

And there was no other thought to consider.

Outstanding film.

Echoes of Kurosawa.