Most critics admire it, and nearly all of them start with the look. The praise clusters on Zhang Yimou’s colour and framing: the bold reds, the still, symmetrical compositions, the lantern-lighting rituals, and a household shot so tightly that the film feels sealed. Gong Li’s performance is named in almost every review as the reason the thing holds together. Many read it as a political allegory, about the treatment of women first and feudal power in China second.
The spread is wide, from full marks to the middle. The reservations cluster on familiarity. Time Out finds Zhang revisiting the ground of his earlier films and doing it less imaginatively; The New Yorker asks whether a film can be too beautiful and misses the emotional force of Ju Dou. Radio Times, though warm, also ranks it below that film. Roger Ebert and The New York Times, both approving, treat it as absorbing melodrama rather than tragedy.
