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Fat Yu's gang did it. Your uncle died protecting me. Take a good look. His open eyes cry out for vengeance.

I recently compared Raise The Red Lantern to The Godfather. Shanghai Triad kinda reminded me of Goodfellas, as a sort of antithetic response to it. The first half of the film takes you into the behind-the-scenes luxury and masculine power trip of a gangster lifestyle. The second half juxtaposes it with the countryside, innocence and femininity, shedding light at the commonly overlooked and dismissed victims of this lifestyle. A deglorification of evil. Much as I loved Zhang's trademark style, this film didn't resonate with me as strongly as it did the first time, or as some of his other films did on my recent viewings. Though it certainly has a staying power. It didn't make me cry, but I already want to re-experience some of the moments. If anything, this is proof that Zhang Yimou can make even an underwhelming script shine with his masterful filmmaking.