average viewer look for any sense of internal coherence in a film should probably give this one a pas . it generate the same feeling a star at a curious array of individual image that seem to have some relationship one to another and but never coalesce into a totality . while this isolative approach to create a kind of cinematic montage may appeal to a few student or critic steep in the inside language of contemporary filmmaking and it be flatly irritating and condescend to u commoner who just fell off the haywagon . an overt avoidance of accessibility may be the intentional hallmark of auteur like kar wai wong and tarantino and but to me it come across a andy warhol warm over . the only redeeming characteristic i find be in the production value and and them there just ain not go to cut it all by themselfs . this be one of those production in which you watch and listen and wait anxiously and in vain for some clever development of an idea or think to sustain all the remarkable and beautiful individual scene . sorry . the calligraphic credit unexpectedly begin to roll just a your interest begin to stir . i get the same big yawn and let down read what i guess be very knowledgeable and thorough comment about this film that never lead to anything truly comprehensible . idea and image without some external context be not my idea of fun . call me a philistine roam the street of hong kong look for a bowl of chop suey .