Trees shimmer. Sword glints. Light winks off water. Blade blurs. A body falls. The wind blows. Struggle ties us to this world, knots us to this dominion. Once untangled, we bleed gold.
A landmark in the elevation of wuxia. There are sequences so impressionistic, so hypnotic and mesmerizing, that watching them delivers on the title of the film completely.
Told in three separate acts, each so distinct from one another as to almost be three short stories. Yet, as character perspectives shift and the narrative blooms, we realize everything is part of a larger connected tapestry, rich and wide and singularly conscious.