There’s just a limit to how much outward stupidity a character can exhibit without coming off as detestable.
The film completely fails to make his crisis feel in any way relatable.
The film already suffers from the handicap of telling a kind of story that long fell out of fashion.
It is a film with big epic kung fu fights, and also a scene where a CGI toddler fights off merpeople with his urine and his flatulence.
The film oversells the intrigue and fails to capture the simple reality of Snowden's outsider appeal.
It spends too much time getting to its threat, and not enough time actually dealing with it.
The characters seem to speak exclusively in metaphors, every line of dialogue, regardless of subject, eventually leading back to the romantic situation of the main characters.
In its still, beautifully composed black and white frames, the film often captures multiple facets of Filipino life, the stark interplay between light and shadow standing as potent visual metaphor in any given scene.
It offers the stance that belief is little more panacea, a means of obscuring horrible truths for the benefit of pacifying the masses.
It really manages to bring to life the cool, strange world of the novels from which the film is based.