Chung King Express, Wong Kar Wai (1994)

This hasn’t aged well. Feels like a student film; the completely boring narrative exists solely as an excuse for the director to try out every possible cinematographical trick he can think of. And to play a whole lot of relentlessly banal slow jazz. But OK, if he needed to do this in order to learn how to make 2046 and In the Mood for Love, that’s fine by me.

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