petedavo-au An 800 year old Chinese witch makes Dumplings that give the Fountain of Youth to paying clients. The active ingredient of the Dumplings presents a repugnant moral quandary as it appears that the more debauched that the clients gets to obtain her youth, the more potent that the ingredient needs to be. To be the most potent the ingredient needs to be alive and older. Contains a raucous sex scene that has the client's husband bonking the witch to add to the humiliation of the client's fear of aging. The final thrilling end comes as the client becomes fully debauched to the ultimate act of cannibalism worthy of Hannibal Lector. Stem cell transplants will never seem the same again.

hedgehogmomma I thought it was great! the movie sucked me in right away, a very well done film all together.Though i know many people that would not be able to handle this movie,I love it! If you can handle sick stuff it is worth watching.It gives a great comparison on how we treat the animals we eat,i appreciated that.Id watch it again. well written,well produced.The main actresses are amazing,and grow threw out the movie.The way this movie is filmed gives a very creepy cold yet artsy feel with vibrant colors and trippy camera angles.I thought a movie on this subject would be corny or just plain horrible acting,i was proved wrong.Half way through the movie i caught my self thinking this is so well done and i cant take my eyes off the screen.

lastliberal This film from Chinese director Fruit Chan, written by Lilian Lee features the incredibly beautiful and talented Bai Ling. She makes the best dumplings; in addition, we get to see two incredible dumplings while she is chopping. Her dumplings constitute a fountain of youth. The ones she makes, not the ones she has.Her ingredients are the secret and they are something that would be unimaginable to those who haven't seen this film. When Mrs Lee (Miriam Yeung Chin Wah) finds out what she is being fed; oh, my! But, she returns for more treatments.The result is amazing and her husband, the multi-talented Tony Leung Ka Fai is all over her. She even gets pregnant, although told she never could.But, there is always a price to pay for what we want.

Cinema_Fan Hmmm, bit of a let down this one, my own fault and no one else to blame what so ever, I must add. While building myself up to seeing what I presumed to be a horror tale, Dumplings turned out to be a horrific tale of just plain food for thought, thinking, where was the waiter who should have brought us a more flavoursome dish? Dumplings left me unsatisfied and just a little peckish for that missing something, maybe a meaningful and thought provoking plot, a sense of drama, an air of trepidation or simply put: excitement, though not altogether dull, just empty and uninspiring While beautifully shot, in places, by the cinematographer Christopher Doyle, Dumplings is a movie of narcissistic vanity and over indulgence of trying to recapture lost youth and, of course, beauty, as these two ingredients, of life, must come together as one package for the participating sleeping beauties here.Unfortunaly, with reprising ones years gone by one tends to become blinked and totally self-motivated, whatever the consequences. Here we see the middle and upper classes going to any extremes to remain ever so pretty, just for the sake of a glance and a nod.This movie could have worked, but it just didn't, the location for the protagonist's home, a run down part of the city, was very effective, but, as with the overall plot, the rest of the locations and the drive for Dumplings were virtually non-existent.This age old story line, take the 1935 and 1965 movies She with Helen Gahagan, Randolph Scott and Ursula Andress with Peter Cushing, respectively, for example, this story has rejuvenated itself in many forms, with Dumplings, this is more regurgitation than revitalisation.The characters are given no scope, no depth, then again, it really isn't about "them", they're too vain to be anything else, and it's about the life long human interest of eternal youth and the price that is duly paid by us all. Their preoccupation with their reflective self's are all that there is to play with, the feeling of shock at the methods are short and swift, when this has passed we are left with a shallow and fruitless concept that has been trod in the sands of time all so very often.