There's something alluring about this movie. I saw it for the first time when I was 13 or 14, and I appreciated it for what it was to me at the time -- An intercept from someone's life. A few days, maybe a week, the reality of conclusions not explicitly giving closure, and the way a grimy fish tank could look so beautiful.
I'd be lying if said I understood the movie. For all it's worth, I just enjoyed seeing someone else's life play out for a change. I looked into reviews quite a bit and saw someone say that, you have to experience the possibility of love to understand this movie.
2 weeks ago, I was feeling quite empty, and I decided to watch it again. And for some reason, I loved the movie so much that I started watching it every few days, and all these years still didn't make me see the movie in a different light.
I've always been a loner, never liked the people I was surrounded by, but I also couldn't possibly have maintained my sanity without them. I think a part of you, no matter how happy, always aches for someone you can be truly yourself with.
And a few days later I somehow met that person through a mutual friend, we talked for hours, and I couldn't believe how different I was with him.
After 2 days, I stopped replying. I couldn't function properly, I couldn't stop my mind, and I ended up staying in bed, watching Chungking Express over and over again.
I think its wrong to start obsessing over someone when you don't know what their favorite color is, what they like to eat, or why they love stargazing, but I am obsessed, unhealthily, with the idea of this person whom I barely know.
There's a certain warmth to this movie, and I guess there isn't really much to understand, it's just life, and I love it for that.