crouching tiger and the many colours of the oriental movie

this film festival is on in town. i have been wanting to watch 'good cinema' and also introduce baby sister to 'good things', so i proposed that we catch some movies. she responded with enthusiasm and said that she'd like to see some good chinese flick.

so yesterday, we got ourselves tickets for 'red rose, white rose'. it was about the sexual morality and love-longings of one mr. bao, and as all art movies are wont to, it had a liberal dosage of naked bodies intertwined in love, lust, disgust etc.

during one particularly intense lovemaking scene, my sister leaned towards me and whispered, "actually, i had wanted to watch a martial arts movie."