Monsoon

Monsoon

Oh dear, a missed opportunity to say something or indeed anything!

The cinematography was ravishing but Vietnam itself was an ugly concrete mess, and any sophistication in Saigon was a pale copy of any New York bar.

The movie appeared to be about dislocation and regret having fled his "homeland" and childhood memories as a six year old boy with his family during the war. Why he had any regret remained entirely unclear.

The whole purpose of the visit by him and brother was the laying to rest of the ashes of his mother and father, but yet again it was never explained why this was necessary or even desirable as it was never inferred this was a dying wish by either parent.

We then had, perhaps springing from loneliness, a series of internet app liaisons, injected apparently as some form of titillation, this was a jaded cliche.

Every theme lay superficially on the surface and was never satisfactorily explored and then the movie fizzled out and ended.

Henry Golding is a fine actor but no thespian could raise this dead dog from the grave of oblivion.