Curse of the Golden Boobs

There is a Chinese film festival at UCLA this month. I don't know Chinese cinema that well, but lately I've been sorely disappointed by the works of its most famous director -- Zhang Yimou. To be specific, how did he go from this

and this... masterpieces such as Raise the Red Lantern, To Live and The Road Home...

To crap like this...

and this...Curse of the Golden Flowers (aka Curse of the Golden Boobs)?


Ever since Ang Lee's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it seems many Chinese (really Asian) directors feel that that's what the western audience wants to see. They have forgotten who their first and foremost audience is and who they are! This is the best time to make movies about the average Chinese, their struggles during this tumultuous period, and yet Zhang chooses to make some stupid boobfest of a movie.