Everything everywhere all at once

I have, finally, seen this.

There is a lot to say about the Asian diaspora in the US, about relationships in multigenerational families, about parents and grandparents accepting their children's and grandchildren's sexuality.

But this film didn't bother with any of that. After ten minutes of really obvious scene-setting – oh look, she feels like a failure / her husband wants a divorce maybe / her daughter is gay and she's using her father as an excuse not to come to terms with that herself – it just gives up and beats you over the head with a kaleidoscope for an hour. And then comes to a screeching halt and, via a really stupid fake ending, announces part 2 of itself which ... is another hour of kaleidoscope-beating. If part 3 (also portentously announced) had been more than a few minutes long I would have walked out.

Michelle Yeoh is a wonderful actor, but this was junk.