
When I’m tasked with watching and reviewing 10 Criterion movies each year, my fear usually isn’t that one of the movies I watch will be bad. After all, Criterion has such a proven track record as cinephile tastemakers, that they rarely put a film in the collection that doesn’t have at least some artistic or cultural significance. That’s why the biggest fear for me is watching a film where I recognize the artistic merit of the film and can easily see why it would encompass Criterion’s aims of “gathering the greatest films from around the world”, but I just don’t connect with it. Flowers of Shanghai is certainly that kind of film, where I see why it’s innovative from a storytelling and filmmaking perspective, but I wasn’t all that emotionally invested in it. Continue reading








