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7,3 / 10 China Movie info=Factory and construction workers, farmers, commuters, miners, students. The director captures the state of his nation, by static filming one or more people in more or less motionless poses. No narrative, just portraits scores=34 votes March of the Pandas.

 

Hello, here is a Chinese portrait to help you train. You can win green marks! Takes notes in your copybook Have a nice weekend! Mr Reis. Retrato chin c3 aas form. Retractor chinese translation. Retrato chin c3 aas test. Retrato chin c3 aas for sale. My Chinese portrait Clase de 4ème2 Less. Retrato chin c3 aas parts. Retrato chinese man. When you did the face touching in very beginning, I actually felt something in my face😅😂. Connectez-vous! Cliquez ici pour vous connecter Nouveau compte 4 millions de comptes créés 100% gratuit! Avantages] Comme des milliers de personnes, recevez gratuitement chaque semaine une leçon d'anglais! Accueil - Aide/Contact - Accès rapides - Imprimer - Lire cet extrait - Livre d'or - Nouveautés - Plan du site - Presse - Recommander - Signaler un bug - Traduire cet extrait - Webmasters - Lien sur votre site > Publicités: > Partenaires: Jeux gratuits - Nos autres sites. Retour au forum. Aller tout en bas English only All your questions about the English language, no French allowed. Ce sujet est ferm�, vous ne pouvez pas poster de r�ponses Chinese portrait Message de jeanmi post� le 16-07-2005 � 23:44:08 ( S, E, F, I) Good evening... Today I am proposing you a Chinese portrait of our webmaster... Please write full sentences. Anyone can add a question but everybody should answer all of them. If he were a book, he would be... If he were an animal, he would be... If he were a flower, he would be... If he were a country, he would be... If he were a piece of furniture, he would be... for your answers. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de bridg, post�e le 16-07-2005 � 23:55:22 ( S, E) If he were a book, he would be an English Informatic dictionary If he were an animal, he would be an oyster If he were a flower, he would be a cactus flower If he were a country, he would be the entired world If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a jewels box if he were a n exotic meal he would be. Edit� par jeanmi le 17-07-2005 00:15 Edit� par bridg le 17-07-2005 00:17 you were speeder than me R�ponse: Chinese portrait de grabuge, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 00:02:38 ( S, E) If he were a book, he would be one of the manuscripts of the Dead-Sea If he were an animal, he would be the invisible man If he were a flower, he would be a "water-drinker" If he were a country, he would be the United States of America If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a sofa if he were an exotic meal he would be nems If he were an old monument, he would be... R�ponse: Chinese portrait de jeanmi, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 00:21:04 ( S, E) If he were a book, he would be Dr Jekyll and Mr Hide If he were an animal, he would be an insect. (invisible but present) If he were a flower, he would be a rose. If he were a country, he would be The United Kingdom. If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a computer. If he were an exotic meal, he would be a couscous. If he were an old monument, he would be a pyramid. If he were a drink. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de felin, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 01:08:49 ( S, E) Hello Jeanmi If he were a book, he would be a Photoshop Designer If he were an animal, he would be a tiger If he were a flower, he would be a tulip If he were a country, he would be Canada If he were a piece of furniture, he would be an armchair If he were an exotic meal, he would be an avocado If he were an old monument, he would be the Tower of Pisa If he were a drink he would be an Antesite(reglisse and Anis) If he were a phot o graph he would be. Edit� par jeanmi le 17-07-2005 14:30 R�ponse: Chinese portrait de serena, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 04:44:24 ( S, E) Hello! So, about our webmaster, let's say. If he were a book, he would be Robert & Collins dictionary ( If he were an animal, he would be a bear If he were a flower, he would be a Freesia If he were a country, he would be Italy If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a cupboard If he were an exotic meal, he would be prawn crackers If he were an old monument, he would be Jupiter temple If he were a drink he would be orange juice If he were a photograph he would be Edouard Boubat If he were a car, he would be. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de joy813, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 10:53:54 ( S, E) Hello What a nice idea, Jeanmi If he were a book, he would be an encyclopedia. If he were an animal, he would be an ant. If he were a flower, he would be a sunflower. If he were a country, he would be Scotland. If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a shel ves f. If he were an exotic meal, he would be chili con carne. If he were an old monument, he would be the Parliament If he were a drink he would be a bloody Mary. If he were a photograph he would be David Hamilton. If he were a car, he would be a 2CV If he were a game, he would be. Edit� par jeanmi le 17-07-2005 14:31 R�ponse: Chinese portrait de lethidee, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 12:38:12 ( S, E) If he were a book, he would be Encyclopedia Universalis If he were an animal, he would be a butterfly If he were a flower, he would be a pansy If he were a country, he would be Ireland If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a book case If he were an exotic meal, he would be a fish and chips (which are not that exotic. If he were an old monument, he would be the Abbey of Westminster If he were a drink, he would be a gin tonic If he were a photograph, he would be Doisneau If he were a car, he would be an Excalibur If he were a game, he would be an anagram If he were a bird, he would be Excellent idea Edit� par jeanmi le 17-07-2005 14:32 R�ponse: Chinese portrait de lethidee, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 12:40:01 ( S, E) Sorry I've forgotten: If he would be were a drink, he would be a gin tonic Edit� par serena le 17-07-2005 14:46 I've added it above. Your first post is complete now. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de jula, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 17:58:09 ( S, E) hello If he were a book, he would be Hamlet If he were a flower, he would be a sunflower If he were a country, he would be Australia If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a coach If he were an exotic meal, he would be a couscous If he were an old monument, he would be the Tower Bridge If he were a drink, he would be a great Champagne If he were a photograph, he would be my grand father who was a great photograph If he were a car, he would be a Renault Megane If he were a game, he would be Trivial Pursuit If he were a bird, he would be a woodpecker If he were an actor, he would be. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de jula, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 18:00:48 ( S, E) sorry I had not read the others' answers before I wrote mine, so many of my suggestions have already been done. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de aimen7, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 18:40:24 ( S, E) Hello, About the most famous and the kindest webmaster in the world, I would say that: If he were a book, he would be all of them. If he were a meal, he would be a rice salad. If he were a country, he would be France. If he were a monument, he would be The Statut Of Liberty. If he were a poem, he would be "Libert�. If he were a flower, he would be a pansy. If he were an animal, he would be a giraffe. If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a bookcase. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de post-scriptum, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 19:07:00 ( S, E) Good evening, If he were a book, he would be '1001 nights' If he were an animal, he would be a chameleon If he were a flower, he would be a London pride If he were a country, he would be the Philippines If he were a piece of furniture, he would be a desk chair If he were an exotic meal, he would be a custard flan If he were an old monument, he would be the Great Wall of China If he were a drink, he would be a delicious sangria If he were a photograph, he would be my oldest ancestor if possible If he were a car, he would be a Japanese car If he were a game, he would be Stratego 4 If he were a bird, he would be an eagle owl If he were an actor, he would be Johnny Depp If he were a poem, he would be 'Le marteau sans ma�tre' If he were a tree, he would be... See you. R�ponse: Chinese portrait de jardin62, post�e le 17-07-2005 � 19:36:21 ( S, E) je suis perdue! A partir de o� faut-il reprendre? Tant pis... If he were a book, he would be 'The Secret Pilgrim' from Le Carr� If he were an animal, he would be a bird If he were a flower, he would be a sempervivum If he were a country, he would be Iceland If he were a piece of furniture he would be a garden bench If he were an exotic meal he would be a Greek salad If he were an old monument he would be Le Pont du gard If he were a drink he would be home-made walnut wine If he were a photograph he would be Georges Dussaud (born in 1934) If he were a car he would be a 'what-you-want-I-don't-care. If he were a game he would be 'odd-man-out' If he were a bird, he would be an owl If he were an actor he would be Francis Huster If he were a poem, he would be 'the albatros' If he were a tree, he would be an elm If he were a tool, he would be... Si quelqu'un ne sait plus qu'on dit 'If he were. he would be. je deviens ch�vre! Edit� par serena le 18-07-2005 02:08 Edit� par bridg le 18-07-2005 12:38 But it was necessary for my poor small head R�ponse: Chinese portrait de traviskidd, post�e le 18-07-2005 � 06:20:14 ( S, E) If good looks were a minute, you know you could have been an hour! The Temptations R�ponse: Chinese portrait de fairy-princess, post�e le 09-06-2006 � 13:04:49 ( S, E) If he were a book, he would be. a love story If he were an animal, he would be. a wolf If he were a flower, he would be. an Orchid If he were a country, he would be. America If he were a piece of furniture, he would be. a bathtub of course. Ce sujet est ferm�, vous ne pouvez pas poster de r�ponse.

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Inspired by portraiture in still photography and painting, Wang traveled from eastern cities (Beijing and Shanghai) to northwestern areas, such as Qinhai province (populated by Tibetans) and the Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region (home of Muslim people of the Hui minority) and carefully composed dozens of images, poignant, mysterious, or ironical. Shot over seven years and deftly assembled by French editor Valérie Loiseleux (who has worked with Manoel de Oliveira, among others) they add up to the mosaic portrait of a post-socialist China in the throes of major upheavals. Nothing is improvised in Wangs static, precisely framed tableaux. The sitters were obviously asked to pose, stay motionless, and stare forward, creating a tension between stillness and unexpected movement. The compositions are rich with multiple layers; they explore the depth of the cinematic space, and suggest invisible presences at the edge of the frame. In one shot, a woman holds a bleating lamb; behind her, the rest of the herd is gathered by a Mongolian yurt (or tent) while further back stands a wagon trailer, evoking the modernization of nomadic life. In another, two young boys wearing white Muslim kufi hats mind a small food stall; on the right, an unseen man talks to them through an open window; the oldest boy responds with a smile, resumes the pose, then pops his bubble gum. Wang eschews narration and records the rare, muted conversations as another layer of ambient sound. Words are not subtitled, and the shots address the spectators at a sensorial rather than intellectual level. At times, Wang plays with the presence, absence, or invisibility of human bodies. Many shots of urban ruins, crumbling industrial buildings, country roads or polluted waves are devoid of human presence. The operator of a hydraulic destruction hammer attacking a disused factory remains hidden within his cockpit. Often bodies are anonymous (city crowds, workers in huge workshops or immense office spaces) or too far in the cinematic field to be identified. Even so, Wang keeps returning to the portraiture, sometimes humorously planting himself in the center of the space: Wearing an anti-pollution facemask, he stands in front of the iconic Rem Koolhaas CCTV building, barely visible in the smog. The images echo the work of Walker Evans, Andy Warhols “Screen Tests, ” or Chantal Akermans landscapes. The painterly reference becomes clear when the artist Liu Xiaodong appears in front of a group of seven young women sitting together in the ruined landscape of post-earthquake Sichuan. Internationally famous for his large-scale compositions representing marginalized populations, Liu has long been in dialogue with Sixth Generation directors about the fine line that separates realism from artifice. (Wang cast the artist in his 1993 feature, “The Days, ” and Jia Zhangkes 2006 “Dong” documents his work. ) A crossover between the film and art worlds, “Chinese Portrait” started as a video installation at the 2010 Shanghai Biennial, and was later featured at the Minsheng Art Museum in 2014, before the shooting continued till 2017. During that time Wang (a 2005 Jury Prize winner at Cannes) worked on two ambitious films, “Red Amnesia” and “So Long My Son” (which won two acting prizes at the most recent Berlinale) that explore the traces left by history on the multifarious Chinese landscape. An image of “Chinese Portrait, ” filmed in a small southern fishing town, echoes a moment of “So Long My Son. ” In the penultimate shot, a group of men and women are standing on a parched, cracked land, their empty pails posed at their feet. They are dressed simply, yet somewhat formally, and, with quiet dignity, stare back at us. In the foreground, a woman and a little boy are crouching. The boy is having a hard time keeping the pose. He looks around, then down, moves his body, and eventually yawns. The shot foregrounds the ethical pitfalls of documentary portraiture. When the drought victims return the gaze of the camera, does it alleviate the imbalance of power? Should a little boy have to crouch for the duration of a long photo shoot? In this haunting, precisely choreographed tableau, Wang reaches an apex in the tension between stillness and unplanned movement. The sitters dignity and the boys implicit resistance are now woven into the texture of the film. While this can be read as a metaphor for the relationship between citizens and government in China today, it confirms Wangs stature as one of the countrys most significant filmmakers, one with the courage to pose disturbing questions. The Chinese box office is gearing up for a starkly unsexy Valentines Day, with “Jojo Rabbit” and a local title formally pulling out of the mid-February line-up, while unconfirmed reports suggest that others – including “Little Women” – will soon pull the plug, amidst strict measures to prevent the spread of deadly coronavirus. Cinemas are. Jessica Mann, a key witness in the trial of Harvey Weinstein, faced a second day of cross-examination on Monday about the complex nature of her relationship with the disgraced producer. Mann, a hairdresser and aspiring actor, gave explosive testimony on Friday in which she accused Weinstein of violent sexual assault and rape, and claimed the. The shortest Oscar season ever has been especially brutal for strategists trying to gain traction with smaller-scale offerings later in the season: Early birds and conventional choices scooped up the lions share of Oscar nominations. 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Retrato chin c3 aas jobs. Retrato chinese. Retrato chin c3 aas application. I ts difficult to imagine Rotterdam as a place where a film festival isnt taking place at all times. The city feels tailor-made for such an event, with its panoply of movie theaters teeming with character and charming espresso bars, convenient pitstops between screenings, so close to one another. Even the servers and baristas at various restaurants and cafés can seem like festival ambassadors, quick to express their excitement when spotting a persons IFFR tote bag, at times offering recommendations on which screenings to attend. “I swear its not at all like the musical, ” said one server, referring to Ladj Lys Les Misérables. The LantarenVenster is the only venue that seems to require that you catch a festival shuttle from the downtown area. Here, too, the workers play their role with gusto, in a delicious fantasy of a port city so imbricated in cinema that its festival is all but an effortless consequence of its filmmaking spirit. One driver, as we cross the Erasmusbrug bridge at night time, chats about film criticism and turns on Miles Davis on the radio, and somehow it feels as were in Louis Malles Elevator to the Gallows. He points out certain buildings and riffs on their historical significance. When we pass by the Schilderstraat, letters forming the word CULT are inexplicably hanging above the cars on the street, where a garish “Merry Xmas” might appear in a different kind of town. The driver notes that Rotterdam is becoming almost too trendy and sophisticated. Almost. This may be what filmmaker Pedro Costa had in mind when, in his remarkable Masterclass, he used precisely the figure of the festival chauffeur to paint a picture of how much film festivals have changed in the past couple of decades. He said that even the drivers have masters degrees in film studies these days. This would perhaps be a plus, but in Costas brutal indictment of the film industry, the film festival circuit certainly included, it also means everyone is constantly trying to pitch something. “Dont pitch anything, please! ” Costa used the figure of the driver with an MA to illustrate the hyper-specialization of everyone involved in the business, but he reserved his venom to attack another figure—that of “sales agents” who, he suggested, act like vultures, depleting every aspect of the filmmaking process from any possible art-for-arts-sake ethos, transforming everything into an opportunity to sell something. In this context, Costa argued, a filmmaker could make any kind of demand—for Robert De Niro, for Sean Penn, or for a dozen elephants on set—just not for “time, ” that most vital tool in a filmmakers arsenal (“When you dont have time, you dont discover life”. Costas talk was packed with references of artists he looked up to, from Robert Bresson to Kenji Mizoguchi, from Buster Keaton to Wang Bing—directors who knew that to make a good film all one needs is “three flowers and a glass of water, ” not “money, cars, and chicks. ” Costa kept mistakenly presuming that everyone in the audience was an aspiring filmmaker, and hopefully they werent, as his advice was for everyone to just stop making movies because we have too many in the world already. And on the off-chance that someone in the crowd still wanted to go out and make one, Costa established poetry, sociology, and subtlety as pre-conditions for the kind of cinema hes interested in making and consuming–even if on his iPhone during his daily train commute (Bresson looks great on the iPhone, he claimed. “This is not about revealing anything, ” he said. Cinema should be about hiding, like a gift you put inside a box and wrap delicately before offering. There were certainly a few of those kinds of films at Rotterdam this year. One of them was Lesotho-born, Berlin-based filmmaker Lemohang Jeremiah Moseses This Is Not a Burial, Its a Resurrection, which, like Costas own Vitalina Varela, explores the impossibility of mourning. In Moseses film, Mantoa (Mary Twala Mhlongo) an 80-year-old widow living in a rural village in Lesotho, learns that her last surviving son, a migrant worker laboring in a coal mine in neighboring South Africa, has just died. She has thus lost all of her loved ones and decides to plan her own funeral. She wants a simple coffin. No golden angels or other gaudy nonsense. An image from Lemohang Jeremiah Moseses This Is Not a Burial, Its a Resurrection. IFFR Moseses mise-en-scène and camerawork are breathtaking. The opening of the film, for one, is reminiscent of the Titanik Bar scene from Béla Tarrs Damnation, where the camera glides through a God-forsaken nowhere, certain of where it needs to go, despite the darkness, all the way until it spots a cabaret performer singing the most melancholy of all songs. In This Is Not a Burial, Its a Resurrection, the camera also sneaks gracefully through a dark nowhere until it finds, not a singer, but an old man playing a strange instrument and eager to tell us a sad tale about lands that weep, miners coming home, and “cups that could never be filled. ” Mosese takes us back to this non-space a couple of times, as if the old man, played by Jerry Mofokeng Wa Makhetha, were a non-diegetic master of ceremonies for the story of Mantoa that unfolds. Its a story told through the gracefulness of the camerawork, the stunningly lit tableaux, and, most remarkably of all, through fabric. Not many films, especially ones with a documentary sensibility, use texture—wool, mud, cement, ashes, and cloth specifically—as a storytelling device the way that This Is Not a Burial, Its a Resurrection does. Consider the moments where Mantoa, faced with the many obstacles that keep her from being able to dig her own grave, takes refuge in the gown her husband once gave her: an exquisitely lustrous damask dress with a black frill and white-collar trim. Its a great sartorial departure from the sober blackness of her usual widows attire, which clashes with the flashy satin swathed around the bodies of the women around her and the blindingly yellow uniforms of city workers building a dam right where the dead lay, draped in white bedsheets. In one of the films many unforgettable scenes, Mantoa gets up from the chair where she usually sits to listen to the radio and dances with her dead husband, raising her arm as if holding an actual body that isnt there, a voice in the background telling her to take off her “cloak of mourning. ” And she certainly takes it all off in a bewildering final sequence when Mantoa simultaneously surrenders to loss and spurns it. Several other films at IFFR explored the theme of death and dying, such as Carl Olssons Meanwhile on Earth, an observational study of the Swedish funerary industry. The film reminds us of the artificiality of funerals, or rites more generally, exposing them as highly theatrical performances, with their wreathes, pots, and crosses staged just so. It also pays close attention to the mechanics of funerals: their perfectly timed music and the multiplicity of gadgets and machineries required to lift and transport corpses and coffins. Olssons strategy for making the subject matter palatable is to try and extract discrete humor from it. He loiters on the professionals going about their tasks—transporting, cleaning, embalming—for long enough so that overtly banal dialogue emerges. In the films most successful moments, the juxtaposition between the morbid ambiance (bodies on stretchers that bleed long after dead) and chats about all-you-can-eat Chinese buffets or the nutritional value of bottled smoothies make for a Tati-esque skit with a disarming punchline at the end. Kristof Bilsens documentary Mother is the portrait of Pomm, a caretaker at an Alzheimers care center in Thailand whose poverty keeps her from living with her children, and Maya, her incoming patient, a privileged 57-year-old Swiss woman whose husband and children drop her off at the care center and go back to Switzerland. Unfortunately, Bilsen allocates the same amount of time on both womens daily lives in their home countries prior to their encounter, insisting on obvious contrasts between poverty-stricken Thailand and the idyllic mountains of Switzerland. Yet only Pomm allows herself to be vulnerable for the camera, as Mayas family never lets their guard down. Its difficult to engage meaningfully with some of the subjects (like Mayas entourage) when the filmmaker is content to accept the fact that they only have their façades to offer. An image from Megan Wennbergs Drag Kids. IFFR Rotterdam featured films about the exuberance of youth, too, liberated or stunted. Drag Kids, screened at the very laidback Scopitone Café, a bar named after film jukeboxes of yore inside the Theater Rotterdam Schouwburg. The documentary follows child drag artists, some as young as nine, and their supportive families, as they prepare for their first joint concert at Montreal Pride. Director Megan Wennberg is smart not to bank simply on the inexplicable thrill of watching young children perform like adults. Shes protective of the children, in fact, never lingering on the potentially embarrassing less-than-average performances, singing or voguing, from some of the kids. Instead, she focuses on the differences between the kids, suggesting that drag can take different meanings, and that it can make different promises of deliverance, for children with decidedly different psychic symptoms and family constellations. Their only kinship seems to be, apart for their love of drag, the apparently unconditional support from their parents. Still, problems arise, from Queen Lactatias self-obsessed competitiveness to Laddy GaGas near-psychotic outbursts. Its impossible to look at Drag Kids, which is unabashedly reality TV show-esque at various moments, and not think of TLCs Toddlers & Tiaras, with its barrage of Southern stage moms waxing their pre-pubescent daughters eyebrows and teaching them trophy-wife realness. Although some of the Drag Kids parents do seem eager to capitalize on their children as digital influencers or with merchandise featuring their childs face, the role of hyper-femininity and artifice here seems to play more of a reparative and self-aware playfulness than they did in the gender-conforming theatrics, and orthopaedics, of Toddlers & Tiaras. Wennbergs documentary refreshingly denies us a lot of the kiddy voyeurism one might expect, ultimately crafting a portrait of kids whose maladies, if they have any, are somewhere else to be found—not on stage nor in the glitter. In Young Hunter, director Marco Berger offers us a gripping look at the tragedies that surface precisely when desire isnt allowed to express itself freely and publicly. In Bergers vision of Argentina, queer feelings are necessarily clandestine feelings. A boy like 15-year-old Ezequiel (Juan Pablo Cestaro) then, is forced to develop a sort of criminal mind, and a criminal gaze, from a very young age. The queer object of desire can only be a prey, or a victim to be duped into reciprocating ones yearning, as Ezequiel has to go through all sorts of subterfuges and a certainly different kind of theatrics from drag in order to get a good glimpse at other mens bodies, let alone touch them, including that of his cousin (Juan Barberini. The whole world seems to be a tease that one can only enjoy along with the terrifying dread of being found out. Instead of dwelling on it, however, Ezequiel takes matters into his own hands and develops a system of tricks for having sex with other boys, inviting them over to his house when his parents are away, feeding them beer and straight porn magazines, and then suggesting that they jack off together. If it all fails, he might head to the nearby skatepark and stare at shirtless boys like Mono (Lautaro Rodriguez) who he ends up falling in love with. At first it seems gratuitously reciprocal, but then Ezequiel realizes that hes caught in a web of intrigue and lies much more extensive than the one he had to construct for himself. Young Hunter is playfully shot like a thriller, until you realize that it may actually be one. The film is refreshing in that, while it recognizes the ravages of queer desire in a queerphobic world, it doesnt focus on the suffering but on psychological solutions and practical strategies for sexual survival that are bound to seem familiar to any queer child whos dared to evade repression and its many laws through queer creativity and savvy. International Film Festival Rotterdam runs from January 22—February 2. Were committed to keeping our content free and accessible—meaning no paywalls or subscription fees—so if you like what we do, please consider becoming a SLANT patron.

Does anyone know what was the little dark piece he was using on the dark side at 55:00 ? Thank you very much. Retrato chin c3 aas meaning. MOVIES 5:30 PM PDT 3/17/2019 by Courtesy of HKIFF A subjective gaze at the state of contemporary China. Chinese auteur Wang Xiaoshuai reconstructs his and his country's past through images of cities, factories and trains filmed throughout the past decade. A ceaseless stream of tableaux showing how people study, work, pray and worry in cities and villages across China in the last 10 years, Chinese Portrait  makes an offbeat addition to acclaimed director Wang Xiaoshuai's filmography and is the first full-length documentary in his career. It also sums up what he has been trying to achieve in three decades of highly varied fictional features. True to both its English and Chinese ( My Lens' titles, Chinese Portrait is a subjective and utterly revealing snapshot of the state of Wang's country. Devoid of voiceovers, dialogue or onscreen descriptions, Chinese Portrait has made much fewer waves among buyers and programmers (it bowed in Busan, then IDFA) compared to the directors more accessible fictional titles. But the success in Berlin of his feature So Long, My Son, which won best actor and actress awards last month, has given the documentary a new lease on life. Cinema Guild has picked up U. S. rights and is set to release the film theatrically later this year. With its powerful, panoramic survey of a society in transformation — consider this the earnest, narrator-free equivalent of Patrick Keiller's sardonic Robinson film trilogy — the doc provides a key to understanding Wang and the sixth-generation Chinese filmmakers of which he is a part. It fits into a growing number of unconventional Chinese documentaries driven by the cutting and remixing of existing material, like Zhu Shengze's Rotterdam winner rfect   or Lei Lei's Berlin Forum title Breathless Animals. According to Wang, Chinese Portrait was born in 2009 out of his urge to pay tribute to the work of his painter friend Liu Xiaodong. Director Jia Zhangke had previously highlighted Liu in his more conventional documentary Dong in 2006. Here, instead, Wang travels up and down China, creating his own cine-paintings from people leading their everyday lives. The predominant style of Chinese Portrait  is static shots in which subjects — miners, fishermen, students, passengers on a train — pose for Wang's camera. In one clever shot, the posing is double: Amid the wreckage of the Sichuan earthquakes, he films young women posing for a painter (presumably Liu) on the edge of the screen. Many of the scenes in Chinese Portrait focus on labor. There are farmers cultivating potatoes in a field; technicians monitoring a steel furnace; an army of workers stationed at sewing machines on a shop floor; and office workers in suits staring into rows of computers which seem to go on forever. But there are also nods to China's post-industrial landscape, depicted in retired workers visiting the emptied shell of their soon-to-be-demolished factory, a showroom with models of future skyscrapers and vast shopping arcades looming large over hawkers and pedestrians. The enormous cultural and economic disparity in China is vividly revealed in Wangs scenes of rural life and Valérie Loiseleux's telling editing. Impoverished kids in the arid western hinterlands line up outside their made-in-mud schools, in sharp contrast to classrooms in metropolitan universities. A shot of people idling outside rickety huts is followed by young uniformed chefs taking a break in the back of city noodle restaurants. There are even visual collisions within the frame, as when traditional ethnic-minority musicians perform in a modern downtown car park. These juxtapositions hint at Wang's thoughts about the direction China is heading and how its different communities fare amidst such changes. But Chinese Portrait also marks the director's own rite of passage in life. He appears onscreen in shots filmed in Tiananmen Square, where the military clampdown on pro-democracy movements in 1989 shaped the worldview of Wang's generation of artists and filmmakers. We see him again on a train, which probably represents his memories of his family being "sent down" from Shanghai to China's southwestern backwaters during the Cultural Revolution, and then again outside a crumbling factory from the industrial urban landscapes he grew up in as a teenager. More than just chronicling a country in transformation, Chinese Portrait  signals seismic shifts in cinema as well. The differences in textures and aspect ratios of the different scenes reveal the universal leap of filmmaking from analog to digital, as grainy 4:3 aspect ratio shots sit alongside sharp, widescreen vistas. Demanding attention, imagination and critical viewing from the audience, Chinese Portrait is nevertheless one for posterity. Production companies: WXS Productions, Dongchun Films (Beijing) Chinese Shadows Director: Wang Xiaoshuai Producers: Isabelle Glachant, Liu Xuan with Liang Ying Executive producers: Qian Yini Director of photography: Wu Di, Zeng Jian, Zeng Hui, Piao Xinghai Editor-sound designer: Valérie Loiseleux Sales: Asian Shadows In Mandarin 80 minutes.

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