Fu Bo | 2002
A tapestry of impressionistic images, some bright, some dark, some in perfectly pitched chiaroscuro, to confront the fact of death. Their characters--unrelated to each other, except through the film's montage--are people for whom the gap between life and death is narrow. One is a pathologist who generally takes his grisly work in his stride. ("Fu Bo"--Uncle Fu--is the generic name for morgue attendants.) Not big on human attachments, but very respectful of the dead, he comes to blows with a cop who abuses the corpse of a hooker. Another is the Portuguese cook who prepares meals for the convicts on Death Row; he's more like a priest than a chef. Another is the triad gangster Gui, doped up to the eyeballs, capable of eating a lunchbox while a victim bleeds to death on the floor behind him. Using wonderfully inventive visual grammar, the film sutures their lives together with the tenderness and gravity of Fu Bo sewing up incisions after an autopsy.