 
  Returning to his hometown after being wrongly accused of murder, a man
      rekindles a romance with an old classmate.
  Review by
        Benjamin Poole
  Directed by: Li Xiaofeng
  Starring: Zhang Yu, Song Jia, Wang Yanhui, Lee Hong-Chi
 
    
      Childishly, when reviewing a Chinese film, I am always thrilled by the
      obligatory title card which appears at the start. A fanfare introduces an
      imperious colour scheme of emerald, scarlet and gold which constitutes a
      dragon, film strips and the bi-lingual legend "China Film Administration"
      - wow! Of course, as any fule kno, this impressive state branding
      ultimately explicates the strict control which the Publicity Department of
      the Chinese Communist Party exerts over films made and, indeed, exhibited
      in the country. And while it is in rather bad taste from my liberated
      western privilege (viz. the gay Chinese kids whose sexuality and
      alienation has no reassuring representation, for example), I do like the
      pomp and the ceremony of it all: this is a film that has been Taken
      Seriously.
    
      Moreover, the title card is a northern star for the film's ideologies and
      purpose, which often pertains to China itself. In the case of
      Back to the Wharf, Xiaofeng Li (director) and Xin Yu's (writer) enjoyable
      melodrama, the narrative concerns the return of its besieged protagonist
      to his hometown after 15 years in isolation following a tragic accident,
      but the themes duly implicate the industrialisation of China, insidious
      capitalism and the partisan nature of authority.

      In its opening, schoolboy Song Hao (Yu Zhang, eventually) is all
      excited about his upcoming scholarship to college; a reward which he has
      grafted for over the years. At the top of his class, Song Hao counts on
      further education as an escape from the confines of his small town.
      Problem is, the place ends up being given to his mate Li Tang, who just
      happens to be the son of the local mayor... Pull the other one,
      Headmaster. It's got zhongs on.
    
      Song Hao is understandably fuming and, in a youthful flush of
      hot-headedness, peddles off on his little BMX to confront the mayor. He
      only ends up going into the wrong house, though, and, after a struggle
      with a bloke who thinks he's a burglar, ends up accidentally murdering him
      to death with a knife. Song Hao accordingly undergoes a literal escape,
      where he flees to another part of the country as an industrial labourer (a
      brutal opposition to his academic aspirations, implying the probable
      destiny of most poor Chinese kids), only returning 15 years later when
      news of his mother's death reaches him.

      Upon his recrudescence, it turns out Li Tang has become an evil property
      developer (is there any other kind?) in a killer purple suit which
      markedly contrasts Song Hao's utilitarian garb (seriously, what a suit:
      after the film I spent ages looking for a similar one online to no luck.
      Very exclusive, it seems). Furthermore, Sang Hao's dad is in hock to Ling
      Tan, who has given him a lucrative promotion. Ling Tan also has plans to
      demolish the tower block where Wan Xiaoning, the victim's now grown-up
      daughter orphaned by Song Hao a decade and a half ago, lives. Finally,
      Ling Tan knew all along what happened that night, as does Song Hao's dad,
      giving way to a febrile atmosphere of shade and compromise.
    
      It's not all bad though, as, thrown into the melodramatic mix is Pan
      Xiaoshuang (Song Jia - very funny and beautiful), who has held a
      candle for Song Hao ever since she saw him years ago, shell suit jacket
      discarded due to blood stains, wailing topless into the pathetic fallacy
      storm of that fateful evening. Pan Xiaoshuang's long held love is another
      hangover from the murder, a further suggestion that one man's inadvertent
      adolescent actions have directly sealed the collective fate of the town. A
      (more) downbeat It's a Wonderful Life, in a way.

      For a film predicated on soapy interaction,
      Back to the Wharf never skimps on visual pleasure.
      Throughout, the film feels and looks epic in scope, especially at the
      start, where the use of circumscribed space and the agitated motions of
      its characters create a sensation of tight systemisation. In the latter
      half, Song Hao wanders inert through the visibly developing landscape,
      acted upon by Ling Tan and Pan Xiaoshuang. He is a man whose circumstances
      have rendered him an NPC in a world of movers and shakers. In this part of
      the film, Back to the Wharf occasionally mirrors the
      aimlessness of its main character, and as we trudge inexorably towards the
      film's bleak ending the drama doesn't quite have the thriller urgency of
      the opening hour.
    
      However, Xiaofeng Li and Xin Yu's film does dare to challenge CCP
      orthodoxy: the headmaster reasons with the young Song Hao that he
      "prioritises the collective over the individual" when really he's just
      keeping the mayor sweet, and Ling Tan's data is "state approved," which
      implies a federal complicity with his avaricious designs. This working
      within the lines is both subtle and bold: a final title card appears
      before the credits, informing us in a bloated rush of text that the real
      villains were counteracted, Poochie died on the way back to his home
      planet, and Everything Is Alright. Surely mandated, this interference
      contradicts the events of Back to the Wharf's final reel, but in doing so inadvertently consolidates the film's
      philosophy of unjust and heedless regulation.
    
     
    
      Back to the Wharf is on US VOD from
      January 17th. A UK/ROI release has yet to be announced.
    
     
