Have you ever watched a movie and wondered if you could get those two hours of your life back somehow?
That is what watching Crazy Rich Asians is like.
There is absolutely nothing relatable about this movie unless you are a billionaire Chinese man living in America, who was born into money.
Rachel Chu is a sweet girl, dating this guy, Nick, who invites her to his best friend’s wedding in Singapore. All of his family is there, they are crazy rich, and crazy mean to her because she’s basically Aladdin. Or Cinderella. Or whatever sad fairy tale character you can think of, who ends up marrying into royalty and riches.
Most movies try to make an effort to add something to your life, but Crazy Rich Asians did the opposite. After watching it, one might feel completely empty and worthless. There is no reason why Crazy Rich Asians should have received such a good reputation.
There is no character development. Boy takes girl to meet family, is a lying jerk, sets her up for failure, has a mean family, breaks girl’s heart, but somehow still manages to keep his rags-to-riches girlfriend.
Don’t even get me started on the lavish parties. It’s just so over the top and unrelatable.
Crazy Rich Asians might be based on a book, but my suggestion is to burn it. Although I haven’t read it, if I wanted my two hours back after watching this movie, I can’t even fathom what it would be like to read an entire book based on this bologna.
And, it made so much money. Like, crazy rich money. The box office made $238.6 million USD. But How? The hype was so huge for this movie, it’s almost like a bad rumour that isn’t true. Someone somewhere clearly loved this movie and told someone else who was highly influential, and it spread like wildfire.
This is why you should never lie. You have no idea how big and out of control the lie can become.
So, save yourself the time, and go rent something else instead. I give Crazy Rich Asians three out of 10 popcorns.
