{"id":221,"date":"2003-12-08T23:30:18","date_gmt":"2003-12-09T03:30:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/?p=221"},"modified":"2003-12-08T23:30:18","modified_gmt":"2003-12-09T03:30:18","slug":"fulltime-killer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/?p=221","title":{"rendered":"Fulltime Killer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Johnny To&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/B000092T3J\/dhalgrenstevensh\"><em>Fulltime Killer<\/em><\/a> is a deliriously operatic gangster movie, about the conflict between two rival hit men. (I mean &#8220;operatic&#8221; almost literally, since there is opera on the soundtrack during the most insanely deranged action sequences). Though I suppose it could just as well be called a love triangle of sorts, with the female lead (Kelly Lin) as the pivot between the two hitmen: one Chinese, and a flamboyant maniac, played by Andy Lau; the other, Japanese, secretive and reserved, played by Takashi Sorimachi. As these two vie for supremacy, chronology is scrambled, subjectivity is multiplied (as there are at least four first-person voice-over narrators), and the frequent digressions seem to follow a logic of whim and obsession rather than one of narrative (though, surprisingly, everything is pulled together with rigorous coherence by the end, though this coherence includes a Borgesian twist). Language is also tangled, as the film repeatedly switches between Cantonese, Japanese, and English (and, I think, Mandarin as well?). The frequent gunfights are hyper-stylized, but  in a far more oblique way than is the case, for instance, in John Woo&#8217;s Hong Kong thrillers, which look utterly classical in comparison. That is to say, To&#8217;s gunfights are spectacular, but also oddly distanced. The slaughter is so cool and detached that you can&#8217;t really identify with the assassins as you do in Woo&#8217;s melodramatic, romantic films; nor is it in-your-face, both tongue-in-cheek and over-the-top, calling attention to its own virtuosic excess, in the manner of Tarantino&#8217;s <em>Kill Bill<\/em>. Rather, To creates a cinema of quicksilver, vertiginous displacements, with no stable points of view either in the action sequences or in the overall narrative. Affectively, <em>Fulltime Killer<\/em> is neither cool and ironic (a la Tarantino) nor hot (a la Woo); I would call it lukewarm, but only if you can imagine a lukewarmness that is a positive quality, pushed to an extreme, rather than signifying not much of anything one way or the other. <em>Fulltime Killer<\/em> is slippery rather than adhesive, which means that it wears its delirium lightly, making it a thing of gliding surfaces. I&#8217;m not sure I am grasping it rightly with this description, but &#8220;grasping&#8221; probably isn&#8217;t the right way to approach it. In any case, it&#8217;s gratifying to see genre filmmaking that is at once artistically ambitious and utterly unpretentious, in a way that you never see in American film anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Johnny To&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/B000092T3J\/dhalgrenstevensh\"><em>Fulltime Killer<\/em><\/a> is a deliriously operatic gangster movie, about the conflict between two rival hit men. (I mean &#8220;operatic&#8221; almost literally, since there is opera on the soundtrack during the most insanely deranged action sequences). Though I suppose it could just as well be called a love triangle of sorts, with the female lead (Kelly Lin) as the pivot between the two hitmen: one Chinese, and a flamboyant maniac, played by Andy Lau; the other, Japanese, secretive and reserved, played by Takashi Sorimachi. As these two vie for supremacy, chronology is scrambled, subjectivity is multiplied (as there are at least four first-person voice-over narrators), and the frequent digressions seem to follow a logic of whim and obsession rather than one of narrative (though, surprisingly, everything is pulled together with rigorous coherence by the end, though this coherence includes a Borgesian twist). Language is also tangled, as the film repeatedly switches between Cantonese, Japanese, and English (and, I think, Mandarin as well?). The frequent gunfights are hyper-stylized, but  in a far more oblique way than is the case, for instance, in John Woo&#8217;s Hong Kong thrillers, which look utterly classical in comparison. That is to say, To&#8217;s gunfights are spectacular, but also oddly distanced. The slaughter is so cool and detached that you can&#8217;t really identify with the assassins as you do in Woo&#8217;s melodramatic, romantic films; nor is it in-your-face, both tongue-in-cheek and over-the-top, calling attention to its own virtuosic excess, in the manner of Tarantino&#8217;s <em>Kill Bill<\/em>. Rather, To creates a cinema of quicksilver, vertiginous displacements, with no stable points of view either in the action sequences or in the overall narrative. Affectively, <em>Fulltime Killer<\/em> is neither cool and ironic (a la Tarantino) nor hot (a la Woo); I would call it lukewarm, but only if you can imagine a lukewarmness that is a positive quality, pushed to an extreme, rather than signifying not much of anything one way or the other. <em>Fulltime Killer<\/em> is slippery rather than adhesive, which means that it wears its delirium lightly, making it a thing of gliding surfaces.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-film"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=221"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}