The title suggests a dance and indeed Hou's film unravels much like one. Rather than adhering to chronology or traditional plot progression, Mill Mambo's scenes with their repetition and mirroring unfold like a series of graceful dance steps that collectively capture the frenzied ecstasy as well as the trembling uncertainty that marks the terminus of youth as well as the end of a century. This carefully choreographed structure is perfectly complemented by the techno score that runs throughout the film…

A perfect culmination of all the themes, motifs and styles that have inhabited Tsai's films throughout. This is kind of a dream film for a Tsai fan combining Lee Kang-Sheng, leaky buildings, lonesome alienated people wandering around silently with some of the shifts that came with Visage - the ever longer takes and the switch to even less of a focus on narrative and something more akin to filming of performance art. Which reminds me that I need to rewatch…