Margarita M’s review published on Letterboxd:
If memories ever come in a can, I hope that can never expires.
Two policemen experience heartbreak and infatuation, their stories based in lost moments, unspoken yearning and miscommunication. I finished this maybe half an hour ago and I am still walking on clouds. Everything about this film was so raw, delightful, sad, honest, and otherworldly. It feels like a fairy tale, but at the same time the close, shaky, almost ‘unplanned’ camerawork make the viewer feel like they are with that character. I’ve seen division on which of the two stories people enjoyed more, but when it comes to the more central theme of the yearning of love, I must say the second story made me absolutely deranged. Takeshi Kaneshiro was an absolute angel but Mr Tony Leung Chiu-Wai, sir, are you free on Thursday night? I’m free then (on Thursday night). I was pining so hard for that relationship that I had a couple of moments when I, lying on my bed, had to curl up and cry out. Every replay of California Dreamin’ sent me deeper into a spiral. I adore everything about this film. I would not change a single thing. I can’t wait to get hurt again.