The Painted Veil

Perhaps I've read quite a few favorable comments on this movie The Painted Veil-- it is a little disappointing when I actually see it. First of all, Edward Norton is not as outstanding as I expected in terms of performing, though he is usually very good. The first half of the story, which tells why the husband volunteered to work at a remote village in China ravaged by a deadly epidemic, and takes her along, is narrated in a way not good enough for the development of the story and leaves the audience wondering why they bothered to make the trip. Their journey does give them the time and space to re-view their marriage, bring meaning to their relationship and give them purpose in life, but I feel the flow of the story and the ending is a bit abrupt, stereotyped and pretentious.

The Lover, aka. Amant, L'

To be honest, what first attracted me and made me see the movie was neither the title nor the story (and I didn't know much about the author, either), but the explosion of reviews and comments long before the movie was out in 1992. So much was said about how bold the actor's and the actress' performance would be, how pretty the actress was, and how romantic the story was -- so much so that I was just curious to go and see the movie by myself, trying to prove, rebelliously but in vain, that what was said were not all right.
I cannot say i enjoyed the movie -- the story surrealistic, the performance, though good for both Jane March and Tony Leung Ka Fei, a bit affected as a result of too much effort in trying to act. But what amazes me most is that even today i can clearly see Jane March's face as shown on the screen, her innocent eyes, the lost expression on her face as if to say: "It's me. I'm always a little sad." And the lingering sadness, the sense of resignation, unnameable longing for the unknown, veiled in the romance, are so much more haunting that they invite you to go to that dream land

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