Off to 2046 for a while.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Hot gay Dumbledore vs Magical Lecter might sound like a treat but it really, really isn't.
This is a movie about magic with the magic of movies beaten out of it by soulless writing, poor performances and above all so much nonsensical shit making it an arduous task to trudge through this sludge of vapid sepia coloured bullshit.
I love the stupidity of holding on to what has moved on.
I love the smallness of the biggest emotion we know.
I love the pain that doesn't seem to leave but you know somehow it will.
I love seeing love.
And I love how Wong Kar-Wai manages to capture all of the above and mold it into a piece of visual poetry, instilled with the melancholy, pain, joy, frivolity and promise our species' most powerful four letter word possesses.…