The director is Zhang Yimou, who last tried for a big action hit with this summer's "Hero," an opulent production starring Jet Li that some, myself included, saw as an apologia for Mao, surprising coming from Zhang, who'd stood for opposition to the regime in many of his earlier, brilliant pictures, such as "Red Sorghum" and "Raise the Red Lantern."
Not that Zhangs films ever worked that well when they were so obviously didactic (Red Sorghum and Not One Less excepted), but his emphasis now is almost wholly style over substance.
House of Flying Daggers (its title in Chinese the loaded "Ambush from Ten Directions"--essentially an ambush from everywhere) is at its essence an allegory for rape and the Chinese tradition of concubinage that Zhang has already explored to varying degrees in Raise the Red Lantern, Ju Dou, Shanghai Triad, and, of course, Red Sorghum, in which a young woman played by Gong Li (Ziyi's predecessor as Zhang's muse) is saved from rape by a young man with whom she later runs a winery.
Zhang, whose extraordinary list of films include "Ju Dou," "Raise the Red Lantern" and "Red Sorghum," mixes old-school inventiveness with cutting-edge special effects.