A Film that makes even watching Bai Ling painful
In my humble opinion, Bail Ling is one of the loveliest women on the planet. I suspect that watching her read the phonebook would be better than watching many movies that are released (definitely including anything by Rob Schneider).
That makes The Gene Generation an even greater pity. Despite Bai Ling's presence in most every scene, I was tempted to remove myself from the movie on a regular basis. The scenario actually sounded good, in concept. The movie itself looked interesting until about 45 seconds in, when I discovered that the genetic impacts looked like octopii erupting from people.
The longer the movie played, the less it made sense. Even worse, this was the first time that Bai Ling was not a compelling reason to stay in my seat. It takes a lot of work to make this woman look less than compelling. Obviously, the work was put in because makeup and wardrobe combined well to diminish her looks.
I won't get into the writing. When Christian was knocked out by a kick for 36 hours, I lost interest in the internal consistency of the story. BTW, I was waiting for someone to say that it was the magic 36 hour knockout kick that impacts the extended nap centers of the mind, but I digress.