Sadness on the steppes
Joan Chen, director and co-writer of Xiu Xiu the Sent Down Girl, is best known as an actress. American audiences probably identify her most readily as the doomed wife in Bernardo Bertolucci's The Last Emperor or as Josie Packard, the alternately evil and innocent character in David Lynch's weird-o-rama Twin Peaks. (When the show was canceled, Josie's soul was still apparently trapped in the handle of a dresser drawer. Don't ask.)
Chen, who was born and raised in Shanghai, has frequently received what might charitably be called "mixed notices" in her American films -- where she has been typecast as the beautiful, sexually corrupted innocent -- while faring better in Chinese productions such as Clara Law's Temptation of a Monk. So it may be more surprising to Americans than to Asians that Xiu Xiu, which marks her debut as a director, swept last year's Golden Horse Awards (the Taiwanese equivalent of the Oscars). The heroine of Xiu Xiu is a part that Chen herself could have played, had the story come to her 20 years earlier. But, since even the radiant Chen would look out of place trying to play a teenager at this point, Xiu Xiu is played by mainland actress LuLu, making her starring debut.
The film opens with a fairly lengthy exposition to give a context to the action that follows: From 1967 to 1976, during the Cultural Revolution, millions of Chinese youths were "sent down" -- that is, taken away from their homes and assigned to remote corners of China for work and education. Among them is a bright-eyed, slightly spoiled teenager named Wen Xiu, known familiarly as Xiu Xiu, who enthusiastically volunteers for service, leaving behind her family and a suitor (who narrates the story) in metropolitan Chengdu.
During a seemingly happy period with her peers at a large educational camp, Xiu Xiu does so well that instead of being transferred back home, she is awarded with another assignment: She is sent off to the isolated Tibetan plains to learn horse-training from Lao Jin (Lopsang), a quiet, even-tempered man of indeterminate years. Lao Jin is considered an odd duck and a loner, even by the standards of rural Tibetan horse trainers. In fact, much of his withdrawn manner is an adjustment to a gruesome trauma: During some long-ago period of tribal warfare, he was castrated. Despite his emasculation, Lao Jin falls in love with the girl. At first, he seems resigned to a sort of paternal relationship. But, with Xiu Xiu's sexual awakening, the nature of his affection is transformed.
Unfortunately, this sexual awakening is hardly joyous. Xiu Xiu has been led to believe that her stint with Lao Jin is to end in six months. But when the time comes, the authorities seem to have forgotten about her. The Cultural Revolution has ended; the bureaucracy that brought her here has disbanded. She is, in effect, a forgotten person. Despondent and homesick, Xiu Xiu is easy pickings for a scoundrel; and a scoundrel arrives in short order, in the person of a slick-talking traveling salesman who claims to have connections that can get her back home. "The girls who have powerful family and friends have already returned," he purrs. "I also know people. Be my friend, and I may be able to help you."
It's obvious what kind of friend he's looking for. In one of the film's less subtle moments, the peddler hands Xiu Xiu an apple, and she accompanies him into the tent she shares with Lao Jin, who is off somewhere with the horses. Of course, being a scoundrel, the peddler can't keep up his end of the bargain. Instead, he spreads the word among his buddies that there's this cute little babe out in the countryside who is so naive, she'll sleep with anybody who says he has connections. Xiu Xiu finds herself characterized as the region's easiest mark.
Chen has said that after seeing numerous nihilistic, end-of-the-millennium stories at the Berlin Film Festival, she wanted to do a "more poetic, more hopeful" film -- hence, Xiu Xiu. Only in the context of the frequently depressing Chinese cinema of the mainland could Xiu Xiu be considered hopeful. It may be a failure of aesthetic intent that the movie is so downbeat; but, given the confident talent that Chen displays, it is more likely a question of differing cultures. To American eyes, Xiu Xiu is no stroll on the steppes but rather a tragic, doom-drenched melodrama. In the first half, we watch the self-absorbed girl's shabby, insensitive treatment of the noble Lao Jin. In the second, we get to see fate's excessive revenge for her childish failings.
Chen gets deeply convincing performances from her leads, both novice actors. She also displays a good eye for the seemingly endless vistas of Tibet. (She shot there despite problems getting official approval; the Chinese government has been even more hostile to the final product, which is arguably even more negative than Farewell My Concubine or The Blue Kite.) The movie may strike viewers as simply too depressing; but there can be no doubt that Chen possesses a sure and developed grasp of the medium.
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