About halfway through ‘Where the Wind Blows’, Tony Leung’s character Nam Kong says, “Smart people know when to quit”, and I wish the film had taken his advice to heart. There are so many potentially good things here— Tony Leung, beautifully reconstructed old Hong Kong, an excellent cast who did their jobs beautifully, such a fascinating period of HK history. But in trying to stuff too much in the film, it felt bloated, unstructured, and meaningless.
“It’s like they were scared to leave anything out in case they could not make another film again,” I said to my friend. “It’s quite moving?” He looked at me and laughed. “No,” he said, “it’s just bad”.