I was unlucky enough to see this on a trip. I watched it because Chris Doyle. How do you get one of the world's finest cinematographers to shoot such inept, materialistic drivel???
Charisma-free supposedly-broke Chinese girl in NY pouts a lot and somehow has a pretty nice apartment and manages to look chic-poor at all times. For some reason despite her having no personality at all, a 'downtrodden' trust fund ex-stockbroker (way to get us to like a character!) artist is obsessed with her while moaning because he lives in a giant fancy downtown loft. We're supposed to like them but we don't because the script and acting is awful. Love-triangle-completer new-money Chinese guy is also in love with her because they were childhood friends.
The dialogue is 100% superficial exposition where the characters state their feelings in every line or mutter inane hallmark-card quotes about life and love. Seems to be some state-funded propaganda about America now being the underdog on the world stage in there too. It's like the Director saw only the stylistic surface of In the Mood for Love, and tried to rip it off without having any understanding of what made the film actually tick.