Let Freedom Ring

This wonderfully choreographed film tells the gripping true story of Mao’s Last Dancer

At last, a highly recommended experience you must not miss. A giant hit at the 2009 Toronto Film Festival, Mao’s Last Dancer, by the great Australian director Bruce Beresford (Driving Miss Daisy), is a feel-good film bursting with courage, energy and overwhelming inspiration. Based on the best-selling memoirs by dance sensation Li Cunxin, it’s the epic saga of a poor Chinese peasant boy under the dictatorship of Mao Zedong, plucked from a crude one-room schoolhouse in the remote rural province of Shandong at age 11 and sent to ballet school at Madame Mao’s Dance Academy in Beijing, eventually becoming a principal dancer with the Houston Ballet and ending up a celebrated international star. Unbelievable but true, it’s as entertaining as it is astounding. In the cherished tradition of heartbreaking movies about personal triumph against impossible odds, it’s a combination of Billy Elliot and Rocky.

The extraordinary journey of this remarkable young man that Beresford and award-winning screenwriter Jan Sardi (Shine) bring so memorably to life in overlapping periods, begins in obscure poverty when he is taken from his home, family and the villagers who love him and plunged into a strange world of rigorous training to perfect a pure technique he never quite understands. His ironic discovery by Ben Stevenson (the artistic director of the Houston Ballet and part of the first American cultural delegation to communist China), who saw potential in Li and became his mentor, advanced the boy another step up the ladder to success. At 19, granted unheard of permission from Mao’s regime as one of the first exchange students to travel abroad on a three-month student visa in 1980, Li faced new hurdles. His parents expected him to bring honor to their humble station, his country expected him to represent China like a good, loyal and cynical comrade, drawing attention to communism while trusting no one. Terrified and confused, he was the first boy from his province to travel to Beijing, much less the world beyond.

Landing in the United States in a stiff, outdated Chinese government-issued suit, he was like Dorothy arriving in Oz. Housed and guided by the kind but flamboyant Stevenson (wonderfully acted by Bruce Greenwood), it didn’t take long for Li to overcome culture shock, adjust to alien Chinese restaurants, and realize the communist propaganda drummed into his head about America as a place of deprivation and darkness was a lot of hokum. The more he experiences of Texas cooking, kung-fu movies, kitchen appliances, American hospitality and tennis shoes, the more distanced he grows from the ideals of communism and the rigid dogma of Chairman Mao. (Against the rules of the Cultural Revolution, he also discovers the thrill of admiring political defectors such as Nureyev and Baryshnikov without fear of arrest.) Capitalism, he confesses, is groovy.

The plan was to return home after three months, but no amount of bureaucratic red tape can trump the power of talent, love and artistic freedom. Through Stevenson’s faith and encouragement, Li made a career-changing debut as a principal soloist dancing Don Quixote to great acclaim, fell in love with another dancer and married her. Then, when all attempts to extend his visit were denied, he refused to leave, making international headlines with a wrenching defection that got him kidnapped and held hostage inside the Chinese Embassy in Houston. Facing world outrage, the Chinese finally granted him the freedom to seek political asylum, causing cruel repercussions for his family in China.

Distilling so much drama and turmoil into two hours is not easy, but by the time the film completes Li’s long and arduous journey in 1986, when his parents were finally allowed to fly to the United States to see him dance for the first time, you will marvel at how much is accomplished. I predict the highly charged emotional finale will leave you cheering.

Cunxin also danced in his native China with the Houston Ballet in 1995, bringing joy and redemption to his family in a performance broadcast to 500 million people. Today he lives with his second wife, dancer Mary McKendry, and their three children in Melbourne, Australia, where he has changed careers to become a senior stockbroker.

Beresford gets it right. A no-frills traditionalist who knows exactly what he’s doing, he does not monkey around with lap dissolves, incomprehensible time frames, computerized special effects, fast cuts and other smart-aleck camera tricks, yet always keeping the audience fluidly involved. The beauty of Beijing and the rugged, sweeping Chinese sequences, filmed on actual locations, are the real deal. The choreography in the ballet numbers is magnificent. Three fine actors play Li Cunxin at different stages of his life: Huang Wen Bin as the child, Chengwu Guo as the teenager, and Chi Cao, a handsome principal with England’s Birmingham Royal Ballet, making an impressive film debut as the grown-up Li. They are all awesome. Veteran actress Joan Chen, as Li’s mother, Kyle MacLachlan as Li’s lawyer, and a number of ballet luminaries as Li’s wives, friends and partners, are exceptional. Beresford gives them all resonance as characters while never losing the emotional arc of the narrative. As this first-cabin director returns to top form, his best film in years is a revelation. More than that, Mao’s Last Dancer is a masterpiece.

Rex Reed is the movie critic for the New York Observer.