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Although it played in a few film festivals, In the Heat of the Sun remains largely unknown outside of China. Jiang Wen (contemporary mainland Chinese cinema's greatest actor, in his first film as director) and writer Wang Shuo (the cynical "bad boy" of new Chinese literature) collaborated on this 1994 feature about coming-of-age in 1970s Beijing. A cast made up largely of young teenagers (Xia Yu as Jiang Wen's alter-ego "Monkey" is simply astonishing, and young film idol Ning Jing does the best work of her career to date) portrays what it might have been like to be young, privileged, and completely unfettered in a Beijing largely depopulated of adult authority figures by Mao's Cultural Revolution.
The film's politics, though, are implied -- mere shadows on its margins. Jiang's camera, wandering at will through space, and tracking and backtracking through time, embodies an absolute freedom just out of reach of the film's principals. Ostensibly a nostalgia film about the Cultural Revolution's "good old days", this film is much more: a self-consciously post-modern, post-"fifth generation" dismantling of the modern Chinese realist film; an ironic, romance-drenched interrogation of the possibility of eros and passion in a totalitarian era; and a meditation on the traps and opportunities afforded by creative mis-remembering.
One of the Best Chinese Films Ever Made
Beijing, the Seventies. Now that the Cultural Revolution has driven most adults to the provinces, 14-year old Monkey and his pals have free reign over the city. They hang around, get up to no good and discover that unsolvable mystery more commonly referred to as 'girls'.
In the Heat of the Sun is a beautifully shot semi-autobiographical coming-of-age story where the ostensible nostalgia is undercut by an ironic narrator, who keeps blurring the line between what's real and what may be imagined ("Wait, maybe it didn't happen that way,..."). It's a movie not just about memories, but also about the act of remembering and on how difficult that is, in a city which constantly re-builds itself from the ground up, in a country which constantly rewrites its own history.
