watched this in a room full of queer women laughing at the most telltale tropes and sometimes very inside-joke signs of desire. this is the lesbian poetic 🙌🏼
the melodrama was so perfect somehow; the film just, works.
“you love me too much. only god can be loved too much.”
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Deceptively told from the perspective of the main female character, Ling, the film is less than sympathetic towards her; it does not accord her the dignity which she lacks in every aspect of life, not even that of privacy in the most mundane pain of injecting herself morning after morning. And yet it accords so much dignity to the male form, the male gaze and male pleasure, at the expense of her humiliation or wholly indifferent to her view. While…
