Many of Wong Kar-Wai's past films have seen the auteur trying to express abstract and complicated ideas entirely through his strong visuals -- sometimes unsuccessfully. Here, the biblically simple story works in perfect tandem with the expressive, rain-barraged pastels and legible action. Refreshing as a martial arts film and an artistic statement both.
Stunningly beautiful but a surprisingly stifling and inert aesthetic object despite the film's constant motion. I can appreciate kung fu as abstract art/modern ballet up to a point but why is this film so pleasureless? It's a gorgeous museum piece with all the life sucked out of it.