Where the heck are the ethnic minorities?
The only, if any, remotely valid representative of such alike is a Caucasian chick dressed in a native American costume. This isn't as progressive as one might have expected for a movie featuring the biggest hippie carnival in human herstory. Or we might as well have gotten it all wrong in the first place: what could you be expecting from an Asian bourgeoisie seasoned, supposedly-hip (but not hippie in any measure) artsy-fartsy melodrama?
It seems Ang's got at least one thing in common with the late Michael Jackson: an unconditional love for being white.
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