It features multiple mistaken identities, overlapping love triangles, plenty of spit-takes, a food fight, an accidental electrocution, a psychic octopus, and a character who gets a severe nosebleed every time he ogles a bustline. It's deliberately silly and soppy and so convoluted that a point-by-point synopsis would resemble a cat's cradle—and yet, somehow, it's also one of the squarest, stiffest things Johnnie To has directed since the 1990s.
Ignatiy Vishnevetsky
November 14, 2014