This is basically a melange of art-movie tropes from the last thirty years. It's also Duras-lite and made for these kind of audiences to eat up, but it's also definitely a good movie. One thing I've noticed in many modern movies is that you can have as much orientalism as you like as long as you stick in some subversion. I'm not sure whether or not that bothers me, but certainly something like Temple of Doom feels less hypocritical.
Kind of does what Lessons of Darkness does for the Persian Gulf via sci-fi for Macao via noir, although this is much less grandiose. It's hit and miss, but I'm glad I saw it.
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