This was paired with a brief article on Wong’s Signature written by Zhang Zhen.
Piccadilly is a film worthy of cinematic, narrative, and most importantly political discussion. Certainly miles more progressive than something like Griffith’s Birth of a Nation yet by no means free from the orientalist sentiments of its time, Piccadilly (just like it’s fictitious nude cover) presents one thing only to deliver another.
The performances on display leave nothing to be desired, BUT King Ho-Chang steals every scene. This is still the case despite Jim’s poor characterization and the film’s unsteady ending.
