Rabble Report commentator, lover of movies.

A little boy is handed the Mandate Of Heaven only to have both it and any agency in his life whatsoever yanked away from him. No matter how many regimes cycle through, no matter how many eunuchs he dismisses, he is a cuck to and prisoner of historical irony. One of the great autobiographic epics: put the gobsmacking story aside and it's still an incredibly sumptuous, understatedly moving film.
Longstanding personal favorite of mine since the age of 10, nowadays I take it as a film about the implications of guided evolution (whether by man, God or extraterrestrial beings) -- it's an intrinsically creepy and glitchy concept with every potential for blowback, even if there's something beautiful and awe-inspiring about sentient transcendence, epiphany and agency. And the film's "flight into the unknown" sense of mystery is eternally gorgeous and unsettling, there's still few films really like it.