Going Down
Boys and girls are dressed alike, singing in unison, sitting rapt before a movie screen that shows glorious war footage, the triumph of good over evil. These early images in Joan Chen's debut feature, Xiu Xiu, the Sent Down Girl, set the scene in
mainland China during the Cultural Revolution (mid-1970s), in a city called Chengdu. As the children are watching the war stories unfold on screen, their attention is suddenly diverted from
projected battles to real soldiers, who appear in the dark with
flashlights and guns. As they round up the kids, the soldiers
exhort them to "forget their ancestors."
This ominous sequence also sets up the film's central themes: the
Cultural Revolution demands that everyone work to rebuild a
fundamental economy, no questions asked. And the cost of the
Revolution's infamous repression of intellectual activity is
represented here in the girl Xiu Xiu (played by Lu Lu), sent down
from Chengdu to the countryside, where she's to learn a useful
trade, horse herding. Written by director/co-producer Chen and
Yan Geling, and based on his novella Tian Yu, the movie
follows the short life of 15-year-old Xiu Xiu, who wants to make
her family proud by serving her nation.
And so she goes willingly to the remote Tibetan borderlands,
where she's assigned to live and work with the master horse
trainer Lao Jin (Lopsang). She's told that following her re-education
through six months of hard labor, she will be returned
triumphant to the city and her family, prepared to take an
honorable position in the Girls' Cavalry. When she arrives at Lao
Jin's place, however, Xiu Xiu is understandably apprehensive: he
lives in a tent in the middle of nowhere, moving occasionally to
keep his animals eating wild grasses. His face is weather-beaten,
his posture stooped. Rumor has it that he was castrated in a
battle some years back.
Xiu Xiu is somewhat comforted by Lao Jin's gentleness, not to
mention his apparent inability to make sexual demands on her. But
she's also frustrated and bored by their crude existence. Yue
Le's breathtaking, simple cinematography conveys both the stern
beauty of the landscape and the void it represents for the city
girl. She counts the days until her stint is up, marking them
precisely on her calendar, and strings a blanket between her
space and Lao Jin's preserving her girlish sense of privacy.
Her teacher, meanwhile, is infinitely patient, humble, and
solicitous. When Xiu Xiu frets about the lack of facilities, he
uses taped-together plastic tarps to build her a bath which warms
in the sunlight. The appointed release day comes and goes with no
one arriving to retrieve her, and Xiu Xiu begins to wonder at the
wisdom of her elders, which she's taken for granted until now.
Eventually, she learns from a local vendor that the cavalry has
been disbanded and indeed, she has been forgotten. Desperate to
get back home to the city, Xiu Xiu believes the vendor's promise
that he can arrange the paperwork for her return, in exchange for
sex.
She agrees to the deal, but soon finds that he's not quite so
well-positioned as he led her to think. Soon other men from the
city insignificant officials, good-timing soldiers hear
about her availability and come to visit, also assuring her that
they'll help her.
Though Lao Jin is often absent during these encounters, when he
is in the tent, he cringes, silent and suffering as he listens to
the sounds coming from the other side of the blanket-wall that
once symbolized the girl's youthful modesty. Heartbroken himself,
he tends to Xiu Xiu's spiritual wounds after each man leaves,
bathing her with water that he rides miles to get. While both Lao
Jin and Xiu Xiu are plainly agonized and feeling optionless, the
irony of this impotent man caring for the girl he would, in
truth, like to bed, is not a little awful.
The film wants so badly to condemn the rigid Revolutionary
dictates and limitations the belief that every citizen had a
predetermined and inflexible role in the regime that it find
its necessary also to blame the passivity of its protagonists.
Their submission to their fates seems, however, as much a
function of traditional values, such as unquestioning obedience
to and respect for apparent superiors. Chen's movie doesn't let
anyone off the hook: as heroes, Xiu Xiu and Lao Jin are less
noble than they are frustrating.
Though Xiu Xiu's story is increasingly sad, Chen's filmic choices
remain conscientiously unsentimental. The girl's transition from
dutiful soldier to pitiful victim is displayed through long
distance shots of the relentless, snowy landscape and tight,
dingy interiors. At one point, Lao Jin comes home to see Xiu Xiu
laughing and playing with one of her (unofficial) johns, seeming
almost like the girl she was so recently. But she stops short
when she sees Lao Jin, reminded that her existence is fixed, her
life potential over and done.
This indictment of the Cultural Revolution is structured as a
kind of legend. There's a male voice over (by offscreen Luoyong
Wang), which refers to the "long periods" when there was "no news
of her." At first, the device sets up the mythic proportions of
the girl's suffering, but eventually, it seems to be framing a
distance from the story, a self-protective removal from the
experience. And in this sense, the voice-over also alludes to Lao
Jin's point of view, which comes to dominate Xiu Xiu's. As the
film pulls back, watching Xiu Xiu self-destruct through his
helpless eyes, the story of his pain seems almost to overwhelm
hers. It's as if her internal life is so devastated and her
dreams so fractured, that her perspective can't even be imagined
anymore.