Resurrection by Bi Gan is a masterpiece, I don’t think i’ve become so infatuated with a film like this. The film challenged me critically, emotionally, and spiritually.
In a world brimming with artists and overflowing creativity, are we becoming duller? Are we, perhaps, edging toward the extinction of curiosity itself- our drive to illustrate, to create, to make meaning? Today, I write to trace the journey and the astonishing storytelling Bi Gan has conjured.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

After my first screening, 160 minutes later, I emerged overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, image, and sensation. My mind felt unbearably heavy and thoughts were racing continually. I welcomed that physical and emotional weight. I was both critically analyzing and longed to find answers online.

On my drive home, a sudden burst of emotions arose -I did not expect to weep uncontrollably. what did Bi Gan do to me? No seriously,

What did he do to me?

How did this story break my exterior and reach so deeply into my soul? How did it uncover parts of me I didn’t even know existed?

this film stayed stuck inside my head for weeks after my first screening. Every time I was free, my brain wandered back to Resurrection. Reminiscing the feelings and emotions I felt, the characters endured, and further piecing along more puzzles. Oh how I longed for a rewatch- I was desperate , I was severely itching for something.

*photo courtesy of variety*

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

The deliriant speaks to the Big One and confesses that he would rather die having seen beautiful dreams than live a linear, unadorned life. That declaration lingered for me. **How are we meant to interpret it today? **Are we still pursuing creativity and individuality with intention, or merely mimicking their surface forms?

How do we delineate authenticity when the internet functions as both muse and machine-simultaneously a catalyst for creation and a pipeline for consumerism, trends, and the gradual dulling of the earth itself? When everything is visible, monetized, and endlessly reproducible, what does it mean to truly dream?

Perhaps Resurrection is not only a film, but a warning- and a plea. A reminder that cinema, at its most sacred, is not meant to be consumed passively, but felt violently. That dreaming is not indulgence, but resistance. And that to choose beauty, curiosity, and imagination in a world that discourages them is, in itself, a radical act.

*photo courtesy of screen slate *

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

I’d like to share some passages from one of my favourite reviews of this film.

‘Each form offers a rumination on transformation in physical and metaphysical form, the collective memory shared by cinemagoers, and the nature of identity as China’s cinematic history is distilled into two and a half hours through Yee’s performances. However, the real star is Bi Gan, and his ambition is felt in every frame of “Resurrection.”’

‘Bi Gan demands audiences to pay attention with all of their senses to the possibilities that cinema presents. This is not a film that seeks to be understood but to be experienced.’

As much as I can talk about this film and how much it means to me, I think this is how much I’d like to express myself publicly.

If you’re in the Vancouver area, there’s a local showing until early February. I highly recommend watching this masterpiece, or any of Bi Gan’s films :) I’ve had the privilege to get my second rewatch, and I’ll be going for more!

I am by no means a writer or avid blogger, I mostly write scientific reports 😅 so excuse my poor grammar and such.

Thanks for listening :)
Love & Light
Jinny