The synopsis of The Piano in a Factory seemed exhilarating because of its unique plot and great potential.
However, after spending a couple of minutes in the theatre, it became evident The Piano in a Factory was an acquired taste. A taste for the refined cinematic art house palette, one the general public would not take to easily.
If you are looking for a touching story about a father and his unwavering love for his daughter, you will not find it here. The Piano in a Factory is much more than that, it’s a work of art that only extreme movie buffs can enjoy.
The movie had great potential, but its appeal to the general public was a let down. Do not misinterpret what I’m saying, the cinematography and some of the shots were beautifully put together.
The best of these scenes being when Chen plays a famous Beethoven piece in the factory, in which it is snowing. The metaphorical snow in the factory being representative of his current state—an abstract form familiar to the art house genre
My only complaint about the film was that it seemed to take its creativity to the extreme and the characters seemed at some points stoic and emotionless in scenes where emotion was at a high demand. This movie is a must see for those who truly enjoy the art house genre. If not, steer clear.
