Chungking Express (1994)

I love the stupidity of holding on to what has moved on.

I love the smallness of the biggest emotion we know.

I love the pain that doesn’t seem to leave but you know somehow it will.

I love seeing love.

And I love how Wong Kar-Wai manages to capture all of the above and mold it into a piece of visual poetry, instilled with the melancholy, pain, joy, frivolity and promise our species’ most powerful four letter word possesses.

Even in isolation, Wong Kar-Wai manages to find love in two completely different tales, that pass within 0,01 cm of each other briefly giving the other a glance of desperate recognition. Chungking Express is about our need for companionship, the…