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Not One Less
Critics often say that movies are "full of life" to
indicate that they're full of hubbub or have an emotional bounce to them, but the
phrase rarely means that a movie has reduced the world to a portion small enough to be
considered as a whole. Zhang Yimou's Not One Less does precisely this. With an
emotional payoff that's out of all proportion to its stripped-down sense of drama, it's
the best film released in America so far this year.
When the schoolteacher of a rural district in China must tend to his
dying mother, his substitute turns out to be Wei Minzhi, a 13 year old girl whos
scarcely older than her students. The departing teacher offers little guidance to Wei,
only telling her to have the class copy out one lesson each day and to not waste the
schools supply of chalk. Her proximity in age to that of her students deprives her
of everything but nominal status as an authority figure: the kids cut up in class and
ignore her scoldings, and a bright-eyed rapscallion named Zhang Huike is a particular
thorn in her side. Wei covers her distress by putting her emotions on automatic pilot,
issuing assignments in a sullen monotone, then withdrawing to the front stoop to prevent
her charges from fleeing the schoolhouse.
Things change, though, when Zhang Huike runs off to the city to find
work. The impoverished district has been plagued by dropouts, and before leaving the
teacher promised Wei a small bonus if the class is intact upon his return. Wei enlists the
kids in a new project: to help her get to the city so she can retrieve the wayward boy.
But when all of her efforts to raise the necessary bus fare have fallen apart, she
resolves to walk to the city, and its during her long journey that the seriousness
of her mission becomes apparent. An extra ten yuan wouldnt justify the tenacity with
which she pursues the member of her brood whos gone astray. Wei is responding to the
duty of being a teacher. Shes been told to educate the children all of the
children and not one of them is going to get any less from her.
As the little automaton begins to unwind, so does Zhangs
storytelling strategy. The languorous schoolhouse scenes are contrasted against those set
in the city, a beehive of ceaseless activity where action occurs in bursts of energy. As
Wei exhausts her few leads and Zhang Huikes life on the streets grows increasingly
desperate, both are disillusioned by the people they encounter. A young girl jaded beyond
her years, a vagrant who dispenses some gruff but useful advice, an officious receptionist
at a TV station, a middle-aged cafe owner who struts about in tasteless fishnet stockings
all are marvels of thumbnail characterization. By using untrained actors who more
or less play themselves (including Wei and the other students), Zhang has staved off the
false emotions that usually attach themselves to stories about children. All of the
characters feel like they have ongoing lives away from the screen; just as importantly,
they arent locked into unvarying moods when they are onscreen. In a brilliant scene,
the TV station receptionist can be seen internally rationalizing the dressing down she
receives from her boss even as hes delivering it to her. Zhang has isolated small
pockets of existence, like fireflies caught in a bottle, but done it in an offhanded way.
Hes made reality entertaining.
Not One Less indicts authoritarian dogma by showing that only
a difference in emphasis separates it from humanistic values. Wei's sense of mission
springs not from dedication to an impersonal bureaucracy but because she understands it's
the right thing to do. The movie ends on a grace note brought about when the television
station does all the right things for what may be all the wrong reasons. The closing
scenes of reconciliation and relief in Not One Less have an aching purity as Wei
Minzhi and her students both recognize her for the teacher she is. Zhang Yimou has brought
a new human being into the world.
- Tom Block