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.
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.