Wayne Wang returns with this quiet, slow paced tale of a Chinese man who moves to the West to live with his daughter. As he adjusts to life in North America, struggling with his English, he befriends a local woman, and they meet daily on a park bench to discuss their families in their broken dialects. Meanwhile, his daughter finds it difficult to adjust to having a parent back in her life, watching her every move, causing inevitable tension.

Other than Henry O’s somber yet powerful performance, the rest of the film feels forced and quite tedious. Soap operatic and tedious, there is little to distinguish the film from a slew of other equally boring takes on the same type of father-daughter dynamic. Most of the characters lack dimension, and the token white-guy boyfriend is particularly ridiculous. It’s a boring film without the necessary spark of originality required to be captivating for its running length.