Cinema Love

going in i hoped to read more of the cinema story itself. but that story truly is only a part of a grander scheme, deservably so. it is also not a coming of age story as i thought it would be. as we dive into a china being modernized and drift into an immigrant america we learn how to live with grieve of both, the dead and alive. and i think its beautiful how the ending is piecing it all together. there’s a quiet rhythm to the way jiaming tang writes, like hes letting you sit in the silences between sentences. the characters feel both ordinary and larger than life, and even when they’re far from the cinema, you still feel its shadow over everything. its less about the movies themselves and more about the stories we carry, and how we keep replaying them in our heads long after the credits roll.