A very good movie, but lavishly overwrought. In fact, this is the most accurate depiction of the midlife crisis I have seen in a long time. Why the director needed a dozen imitations of Hong Kong kung fu movies if half of those would be enough to convey the idea? The lapses into alternative memories also happen too often as well as the scenes with flabby elongated fingers. The movie is needlessly long and the whole period between wonderful pot-smoking Jamie Lee Curtis and the final shot of Michelle Yeoh at the tax office could be excised with the sharpening of the message and the running time.
