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Director's Statement
Defying gusts of wind and torrential rain, a tottering rickshaw with its fragile and dimly-glowing coloured lautern leaves the broad street with its brightly-shining shop windows, headlights and signs, and turns into a labyrinth of dark lanes.
Hauled along by an old Chinese man (an emaciated and soaking-wet Charon ferrying his passengers to their squalid destinations), the rickshaw makes its way along sinister alleys; and, turning a corner, draws up abruptly near a reddish light. This comes from a coloured bulb that is hidden in the jaws of a china dragon hanging above a closed door: the only sign of possible human presence.
There is a precise and unspoken understanding between those whose commerce is vice. And now a crack of light announces that the door is being opened.
The foreign client has reached his destination. The show can begin.
As soon as the client steps over the threshold that marks the boundary between the licit and the illicit, and as soon as the door has been closed behind him, everything changes instantly. It is as though the flat mundaneness of everyday life has been left behind, and now it is time to enjoy, with pleasurable abandon, the unfettered transfiguration of reality.
Up an the minuscule stage, to the accompaniment of the magic play of lights and delicate musical harmonies, a number of painted female figures act out with sinuous movements, imaginary epics, heroic battles, sly betrayals, serenity and apprehension, quiet enjoyment and sudden fear, melancholy and solitude, the travails of work and explicit abandonment to amorous acts.
Thus begun, the narrative subsequently develops as a form of reverie in which the stage and life, the small company of actors and their motley public, and the world of harsh reality and that of the imagination, all cohabit and blend; in order that experiences, emotions and shades of meaning might be represented with an intensity that a simple reconstruction of the facts, however rigorously executed, is incapable of producing.