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Nostalgia takes hold of us and, in a sea of silenced emotions, two bodies float, marked by the kisses they denied each other. A hidden passion, barely glimpsed through the subtle touch of the hands, the sidelong glances, the sensual swagger of Mrs Chan coming down the stairs. With In the Mood for Love we enter the realm of the private, where intimacy is always safe. What is that camera doing out there? Why resist entering the rooms as if you were refusing to have a part to play in destinies that do not concern you? Discreet and elegant, Wong Kar-Wai’s gaze is also ours, that of each of the spectators, unable to invade the existence of two beings living a romance that, apparently, does not belong to them either.