《老炮兒》

謝燕輝

“There are such things as rules！” Mr. Six growls as he knocks the daylights out of a hapless thug， proceeding to drag him to the floor with a hammerlock. That kind of quick violence is surprising， considering that at the outset of the eponymously-titled film Mr. Six is meant to be one of the archetypal old guys wandering the Beijing back alleys—seemingly harmless old men who witlessly scratch at their bare bellies in the summer and are often found at the open air tables overflowing with empty beer bottles. “Im just a regular old guy，” he drawls. Six operates a little convenience store out of the back of a hutong alley and spends his days affixed to the little Beijing street hes lived on for what seems like eternity.

Maybe its precisely this “regular-old-guy-ness” that makes Mr. Six particularly inviting. Gangsters in Chinese culture date back to ancient legends， but they arent always bad people and are certainly capable of bad-ass acts of derring-do. Six just happens to have been one of the baddest gangsters of his day， the perfect set up for the conflict to come. Directed by Guan Hu （管虎）， Six is not just a character study into the archetypal “old dude”， but also a commentary on their place （or lack thereof） in modern society.

Six， played by veteran actor and director FengXiaogang （馮小剛）， is caught up in a wave of crime that involves his son Xiaobo， a befuddled young man who accidentally scratches the million-dollar Lotus of the latest hoodlums on the block—young street-racing thugs. Their rich， perfectly-coiffed man-boy leader， Xiaofei， played by Kris Wu （吳亦凡）， looks more like a model than a gangster. As repayment， he orders Xiaobos kidnapping， and demands ransom for his return. To make matters worse， Six has been diagnosed with heart disease， another mortal chink in his legendary armor. Six， up until this point， tries to be reasonable and pay the ransom off， but when things go south， theres a moment when we see him undergo a transformation from has-been to the thug of local lore. The third act of the film portrays Sixs psychological build up in anticipation of the final showdown of the film， a fight to the finish on the frozen lake of the summer palace.

While the 137-minute drama tends to weigh down in some places—the third act tends to get caught up in Sixs philosophizing. And yet， Mr. Six levels some hard accusations at modern Chinese society： old warriors and their codes of honor have been discarded by greedier， more materialistic younger generations; no country for old men. As if that point wasnt made clear enough， in one scene， Six sits in a chair， entranced by an ostrich that prances its way across the street. The absurdity is clear： Six and his fellow brothers-in-arms dont have much of a place left in this modern society. Set up this way， the story plays out like a modern King Hu or Shaw Brothers wuxia opera： teach the brats a lesson in respect and go out with a bang.

Director Guan Hu manages to stitch all this together in a nuanced and sublime cutting-room job. In a world where explosions and fast cars reign supreme （a dig at the concurrent box office runner Furious 7）， the long pauses， saxophone-dominant score and silver-screen magic of FengXiaogang evoke the sense of a burned out shell; a melancholy epitaph of a great warrior and era long gone， but also a style of movie-making， long gone. Though shot in the same bleak war-like contrast as Saving Private Ryan where every dimple， and skin blemish is magnified， and the harsh， blue overtones of winter， the simplicity of Mr. Six is still refreshing and thoughtful. If nothing else， on the next long walk through the hutongs of Beijing， it makes one think twice about arguing with the old men.

Six： Whyd you do that？

N@ m1 na？

你嘛吶？

Thief： Whats it to you？

Zh- sh#qing g8n n@ y6u sh1 gu`nxi a？

這事情跟你有啥關系啊？

Six： You dumped it here， so its got everything to do with me. You already have the money， how about you send the ID back to its owner？ Its not hard， spare them the trouble.

R8ngzh-r ji& g8n w6 y6u gu`nxi le. Qi1n y0 n1 le， n3 sh8nf-nzh-ngr n@ g0i r9n j# hu！qu x！ng ma？ J^sh6u zh～ l1o， shu！ d4u b& r5ngy#.

扔這兒就跟我有關系了。錢也拿了，那身份證兒你給人寄回去行嗎？舉手之勞，誰都不容易。

Xiaofei： Fight？ Thats fine. How？

D2？ K0y@ ya. Z0nme d2？

打？可以呀。怎么打？

Dengzhaor： This is Beijing， lets go by Beijing rules.

Zh- sh# z3i B0ij～ng， z1n d0i 3n B0ij～ng de gu～ju l1i.

這是在北京，咱得按北京的規矩來。

Xiaofei： what Beijing rules？

B0ij～ng sh0nme gu～ju？

北京什么規矩？

Dengzhaor： Ever heard of a mob fight？ Basically， in a week， lets set a place， you bring as many people as you want. Dont worry about how many we bring either. Winner takes all. Then its fair for everyone.

Ch1ji3 d6ng ma？ Ji&shi shu4， y# l@b3i zh～h7u z1nmen yu8 ge d#r， n@men 3i l1i du4shao r9n l1i du4shao r9n. N@men y0 b9nggu2n w6men d3i du4shao r9n l1i. Shu！ f%le su3n shu！ de. Zh- ji& b%su3n q～fu r9n le.

茬架懂嗎？就是說，一禮拜之后咱們約個地兒，你們愛來多少人來多少人。你們也甭管我們帶多少人來。誰服了算誰的。這就不算欺負人了。