I realized only after this week's issue went to press that I'd employed near-identical phraseology in my long review of Wong Kar-wai's The Grandmaster, which opens today in wide release, and my capsule review of David Lowery's Ain't Them Bodies Saints, which is opening at the Music Box. In both reviews, I describe the movie's lush stylization as a smoke screen for lack of meaningful ideas.…
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