
The Children Of Huang Shi belongs to the strange family of films suffering from schizophrenia: they don’t know if they are biopics, romance, drama, historical or adventure. As a result, the actors act dazed and confused and in this case, it is most welcome since the heroin is a nurse who is also a drug addict (oxymoron?) and the hero is a journalist who is also the ridiculously adorable Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Based on a true story (by movie standards, a real curse), it tells the story of George Hogg (Rhys Meyers) a proper English journalist and gentleman lost in the battle of Nanjing (aka Nanking) who by a turn of fate escorts 60 orphaned children 700 miles through the Liu Pan Shan Mountains. The Nanking massacre is a somehow not very well known event which took place during the Japanese occupation of China. The Children of Huang Shi starts with this horrific event and moves away from it pretty fast. It is surely not movie material - unless the only novel I know based on it : The Devil of Nanking by Mo Hayder, becomes a film. This is one of the rare books that gave me nightmares so I don’t really recommend it.
There is not much to say about the Children of Huang Shi. It is paved with good intentions and as long as the great wall of China. It has opium, crickets and kites because that’s how you know it’s a movie set in China… Like you know it’s a movie set in France because it has bread, wine and pretty girls. Or an Italian movie because it has pasta, gucci and la Belucci. Or (and on and on and on... fill the blanks yourself: pick a country and three words, it's easy).
I know I fell asleep a few times and woke up confused not to see Jonathan Rhys Meyers with his hot hoop tights chasing the Boleyn on Showtime but it’s because I have been obsessed by the Tudors lately. I know… she is dead but there are five more to go!

Il n’y a pas grand chose à dire sur The Children of Huang Shi. Film pavé de bonnes intentions et aussi long que la grande muraille, il a ses crickets, son opium et ses cerf-volants comme un bon film français aurait sa baguette, son vin et ses jolies filles. Pour continuer sur la lancée, totu film italien qui se respecte à ses spaghettis, ses Gucci et sa Belucci etc etc... c'est le jeu de l'été: choisissez un pays et en trois mots, le film est dans la boite!
Pour en revenir a Huang Shi, je me suis assoupie plusieurs fois et me suis réveillée en sursaut pour m’étonner de ce que Jonathan Rhys Meyers n’était pas en train de courser la Boleyn avec ses culottes bouffantes mais c’est juste parce que les Tudors m’obsèdent depuis peu. Je sais… elle a perdu la tête… je m’en fous, il y a en a encore 5 à venir!
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