Movie Review: The Allure of Tears/傾城之淚

If you want to watch this film, you are subject to the Allure of Shit.

If you try to take this film seriously, blood will shoot from every orifice in your head after the first five minutes.

The Allure of Tears/傾城之淚’s plot, acting, and ‘directing’ is so ham-fisted that it has been banned in Israel and most of the Muslim world. 

As is now the nauseatingly usual case, the time and energy required for me to explain just what a pathetic, ridiculous pile of failure this ‘film’ is would by far exceed the running time of the film (an excruciating 123 minutes) and its just not worth it so I refuse. 

I could much more honorably and productively spend that writing time playing with my own feces and fellating simians.  

The only way this pile of garbage is entertaining is if you think of it as a parody of a tear-jerker. At which point it becomes wildly, side-splittingly entertaining. I mean that sincerely. If you watch The Allure of Tears/傾城之淚, take it as comedy. Because it will make you laugh. It only makes you cry for all the wrong reasons.

Someone please stop Barbara Wong before she directs again.