Those green-tinted scenes between Michelle Yeoh and a dapper Ke Huy Quan in an alley don’t come close to the deep melancholy of Wong Kar-wai’s film and its ability to communicate so much with so little dialogue. These references are little more than shortcuts to other, better films whose greatness is all their own. The Daniels’ film isn’t so much a celebration of In the Mood for Love and the other films it references as it is a bastardization of them—a maceration to try to extract some coolness and artistic currency out of them.
— Manuela Lazic (The Ringer)

