Loved it for about the first 30 minutes. The naiveté, the unabashed fulsomeness. The twee scenery, the coy looks. Even the charmingly tinny-to western ears - voices. Wonderful. But after another 20 minutes the singing sounded like screeching, the characters woes became drag-some, the protracted, but uncomplicated plot developments unbearably tedious. And all this went on for two hours. Ang Lee must have been crying for his delayed after -film dinner. I know I was, as was my companion and,it seemed, most of the sparse audience at the Walter Reade. I'm being told this comment is too short for submission but I've said what I want to say.
Review of The Love Eterne
