The constant quirkiness and oddity becomes as rote and routine as any generic Hollywood melodrama.
A gently nostalgic, bittersweet look at how Asian films of yore shape the characters’ memories and actions.
The movie is so over-the-top, so full of itself, that it’s really hard to be offended by its more backwards views and scenes.
Like the best “message” films, Water does not preach or cram its agenda down one’s throat.
The movie became less a piece of entertainment, and more a tattered, browning, fading document from an alternate kung fu universe.
Superman Returns feels lacking in so much of the spirit that I long for in any movie featuring costumed do-gooders.