| Chan is MissingA 1982 film directed by Wayne Wang that portrayed a somewhat historically accurate portrait of urban Chinese America. It takes place in San Francisco, where two Chinese American taxi drivers search for their missing partner-- Chan, who got mixed around with some legal situations. I found the story very realistic-- there's no Kung-Fu and it has nothing to do with the usurping power of the Triads. The film glances at the dynamic of Chinatown politics, between the mainlander Chinese Americans and Taiwanese-Chinese Americans. Or really, the Nationalist and the Communist-- which was a hot issue in Chinatown during the time. This film is pretty short, and the cinematography is brilliant. This film should be seen by the younger generations of Asian Americans, and is a must-see for students who are studying Asian-Americana Studies. I don't know much about S.F.'s Chinatown, or whether it is almost identical to New York City's Chinatown, but one subtle note I've taken was the usage of Mandarin and Cantonese dialect in historically appropriate moments. Pretty much the film is a potrait of Chinatown-- from Chinese restaurants, to bars, to hotels, to social-worker offices, to political competitions. Beneath all of the stereotypes, there's a sociological understanding. |
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| .thump.thump.thumpthump.. This dot musts'for amusement unfortunately as the flowers of artichokes render perfectly chaotic triangle patterns like irrational reciprocal sums that consume our aching hearts exchanging love for unattainable knowledge-- Fibonacci summations of limitless virtues shattering the sky of our minds with senseless love pretending to make progress in our lives while the flower unfolds spring that fades in winter |
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| What's outside the window? |
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| ItThis sky is red, not from fury, nor from sadness but it is red because this sky is red. |
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| poemgranatein my solitary fancy i engulf libraries of lies pebbles of poemgranate the sea of seeds contain all the ingredients clearing my palate to taste the bittersweet poemgranate full of deceit |
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