You have a point. I watched the movie in the first place because Tony Keung Ka Fai was in it and he doesn't make many movies. I thought he would be particular in his choices. And I could have junked it half way through but I kept watching. It wasn't the worst movie I've ever seen; that honor still goes to "He Liu (The River)." On the other hand, does one want to fill one's brain with something that has so few redeeming qualities, wherein the movie is one unpleasant thing after another? Taken to an extreme, it would be like watching vivisection. Why would someone want to do that if one didn't have to? I would like to hear the director defend this movie as a piece of art. Artists are supposed to refine real life or transpose it, or create something, and hopefully beauty of some kind is the goal, although it doesn't have to be. Meaning should be, *has to be* the goal. Art should make one's live better. If it doesn't, it's not art but boring and/or porn. One is responsible for what one puts in one's brain, and I expected art and I got trash that I didn't want and now I'm stuck with it.
Orestes
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