Missing a front tooth or two, the King of Masks, goes from town to Chinese town performing his amazing, rapid change-of-masks feats to amused and excited audiences. He is getting old and needs an heir to learn his gifts and continue this tradition. Because of the sexism endemic to most societies (past and present), it is the custom that this heir must be male (with a “teapot spout”). The grandson he purchases for just a few dollars must soon confess he has no spout – is actually a girl – such a sweet, dedicated and hardworking child who gives him company, seeks to protect him and as well, to bring him the male heir he desires.
Through a twist of fate and circumstances, we are shown who wears the real masks, who has the true strength of will and character and who is the true living boddhisatva willing to risk life and limb for another. I won’t say more about this Netflix film except that it is so very rich, thrilling and illuminating. I highly recommend.