CharlesYang’s review published on Letterboxd:
“He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”
I thought I was going to hate this film. But I heard my boi Tarantino recommended it, so I said what the hell. The guy who directed Pulp Fiction and Django Unchained wouldn't let me down right.
This movie had none of the usual ingredients I like in a film. There is no adrenaline pulsing action, hardcore, blood, gore, violence, swearing, badassery or even over the top silliness to whet my appetite.
How can I explain it?
There is an overall eerie dreamlike, warm Sunday afternoon dreamlike quality to it. I don't have the skill to put it into words.
Wong Kar Wai is the master.