The second hand ticks. We wait. We wait.

If there’s a theme in Days of Being Wild (if we’re to focus upon only one) this most martyrous of traits, one’s ability to wait, may well be it.

Throughout Wong Kar Wai’s classic (and these two ought actually to be synonymous) the theme of waiting is everywhere.

Patient waiting, almost never rewarded or justified, affects each character arc.

Some wait too long to act, others wait too long to leave. The film, and the metronome which is Wong Kar Wai, is a meditation on our negotiations with time.

Whether there’s a larger theme, whether Wong’s movies reflect a China that itself is a victim to time… That’s for another to determine.

What I’m taken by is the way the individual waits, and Wong’s universe is a place where such time to wait even actually exists.

His world does seem to wait for these individual interactions with time, though even then, we all too often place faith in time to heal all.

Just a little longer, if only I wait, these pleas whisper throughout Days of Being Wild.

Still, our maestro has only so many notes to assign. Wong seems the only one to get the limitations of this world’s most finite resource, and as his characters wait for some greater force to grant them another breath, Days expires, and we’re left with longing.

The movie, to be clear, is exquisite. Just be careful who you root for in a Wong movie…

His is not a world where patience is rewarded.