The 1986 Love unto Waste, the second film by Hong
Kong’s great and mostly underappreciated Stanley Kwan, sounds conventional in
its outline, but becomes steadily more evasive and unreadable as it goes on, the
implications of its title only fully coming into focus at the very end. Tony
Cheung (Tony Leung Chiu-wai) is first seen getting flamboyantly drunk at his
birthday party, vomiting over young model Billie (Irene Wan), whom he
nevertheless rapidly ends up dating, and through her becoming part of a quartet
which also includes the actress Liu (Elaine Jin) and singer Chiu (Tsai Chin).
When Chiu is brutally murdered in her apartment, detective Lan (Chow Yun Fat)
enters the orbit of the remaining trio, his methods flamboyantly eccentric and
unfocused (he cites Columbo as an inspiration), but rapidly seeming more
interested in hanging out with them than in solving the case. The film continually
muses on matters of cultural identity and self-definition, with the characters
debating the meaning of a particular word, or how best to express a certain
thought (it’s likely that even more subtlety than usual is lost in the subtitling
here), all of which intertwines with the work in progress of their personal and
professional identities; when the trio takes Chiu’s ashes to her family in Taiwan,
and into a milieu where two of them don’t speak the language, the existential investigation
almost entirely displaces the criminal one. The film ends far from where it
began, both narratively and tonally, with the group having dispersed, and a key
character visiting another who’s now dying from cancer, the two summing up their
achievements and finding them wanting, marked by too much wasted time and
possibility. It’s an ending that puts the film’s moments of joy – karaoke and drinking
and laughing and smoking and flirting and cooking (a chicken inside a pig’s
stomach!) – in poignant, haunting perspective.
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