This is the kind of art film I feel guilty for not enjoying.
So, let's get this out of the way: It's a broad comedy with good-looking Hong Kong stars in fat suits. This is really only for the hardcore Johnnie To fan or people who have a fat suit fetish. But it does have an admirable sincerity, and some genuinely funny gags.
I feel like Johnnie To approached Lam Suet for his newest Milky Way film, said it was a love story between rather large individuals, and the actor thought:
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I needed to sit on this for more than twenty-four hours. I needed some time to process my unease with Rogue One, and the fight within to want to like it more than I could. Lots of friends had already seen it, and were raving. I felt the need to rant, but the objections were only half-formed.
When I got home from seeing it, Carrie Fisher was in the hospital.
I had a few conversations online about how I thought…
There are arguments to be made against this unknown gem, but the best argument for it is our current political era. Look for it on Youtube, and share, share, share.
The following is the back and forth that happened when I shared it on social media:
My original post:
The more things change... Not everything the "Greatest Generation" left behind is outdated. "Trump supporters, stop being suckers." Signed, 1947.
I thought that this film would be more appropriately…