Lizzy’s review published on Letterboxd:
No vacancy in a full galaxy. Room to room, the warming neon lights in twin fantasies of escape and remembrance. In the vast shimmering city, a trip to and from the great 2046 promises a century and a half of pensive motion and love, forever and a day to think back and think forward for the stories of past moods and an attempt to find the happy ending. The number holds infinite meaning, a time to live in, a place to be, a relic of the before to hold close. Some things you cannot let go.
This time around, I noticed several major flaws (Chow seems like a dick and that signature Wong warmth just doesn't seem like it's there anymore,) but Wong Kar-wai can still do no wrong and I still love him and his expertise in moving poetry dearly.