From the Director
All those years, Liu has put himself on a journey that would lead him to Beijing (the place where he would be crowned). This journey would take him to a past mixed with the memory of both glory and agony. Possibly, what happened in 1974 was only accidental. However, the tragedy is that he had been pushed off the train of his time by a giant invisible hand, falling down from the peak to the nadir. Suffering from the huge trauma, Liu struggles to pick himself up and catches up with his chariot. Unfortunately, the train had already roared away.
Liu, a Don Quixote of China, with all his faith and belief in the past seems more like a spiritual detector probing through the surface of Chinese society, making us face the present mentality of the Chinese people.
In the rear mirror of Liu’s car, I also catch a glimpse of myself struggling for the ‘truth’ along the eight-year shooting journey. Maybe the truth lies nowhere but in the stubborn silence of the protagonist and the blankness of the narrated history. In the cracks of the fading ruins of a socialist utopia,a small voice from my self-reflection echoes.