Fat_Alberta’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Love is all a matter of timing. It's no use meeting the right person too soon or too late."
I remember feeling a little melancholy the first time I finished 2046. After my second viewing, I feel like I might need to start taking antidepressants again.
This is a film about memory and loss. About true love lost, about lost opportunities, about looking fondly on days more vibrant than these, about wishing things could be the way they were before. It is ironic, then, that a film with such a piercing thematic focus on the past should be partially set in the future, but perhaps that's the whole point. The heart aches, and the ache will linger. It will linger long, and all your future will be spent dwelling on the past. And because of that, you will never, ever move on. This is the plight of the passengers bound for 2046. More acutely, this is the plight of Mr. Chow. The love he lost over the course of In the Mood for Love haunts him still. So he drowns himself. In women, in wine, in a wonderful, fantastical future where the lovelorn can reclaim their lost memories. And in his drowning of the past, he sinks into the past even further.
But must it always be this way? The answer to that question, as always, is unknown. Whether we fashion our path or if it be molded by some other sculptor's hand is not for us to know. We cannot reclaim the past. We cannot consolidate our future. We may merely trudge on, plunge headlong into the inscrutable night, and hope a day may come when the past, though ever it follows, will haunt us no more.