I expected a big, prestigious epic. What I didn’t expect was how personal it feels — like history isn’t a backdrop, it’s something that leans in close and refuses to let you breathe.
It starts at the Peking Opera Academy with poverty, bruises, and zero nostalgia for the “good old days”. From there it moves through war and occupation without turning into homework. The real damage comes later, in the Communist era: loyalty theatre, convenient lies, and betrayals that feel both petty and lethal. New bosses, same cruelty, different slogans.
And it looks stunning — the 4K restoration is genuinely glorious, all rich colour, crisp detail, and stage-lit faces that seem carved out of shadow. The operatic style really sings, especially when the Cultural Revolution turns art into tinder. My only gripe is it feels a bit coy about the queer heart of the story — Dieyi’s desire gets softened when it should sting. Even so, it lands hard, and it lingers.