I have formulated an overview on society today and what it embraces as deep, meaningful and true: the Emperor's New Clothes syndrome. This movie, and the multitude of praise and hype it has garnered, reflects just how shallow, sophmoric and unthinking our society has become. Some of the acting was good, but the pretentious premiss was totally lacking in coherence and credibility. It was, however, a nice assembly of costumes which in themselves might garner an Academy Award, but that would be about it. The amount of time and money put into the brief displays of costuming don't translate into the disjointed undeveloped plot, which boils down to nothing more than a display of bloody martial arts with lots of high-school-boy-humor. Even Michelle Yeoh couldn't transcend those low moments...which are pervasive if you sit back and analyze the proceedings.

I felt no emotional connection with anyone in the film, despite the many tears milked in the hope that the audience would care enough about the characters to buy into them...which apparently a majority of reviewers did (!) Nothing deep or meaningful transpired in this movie...just the Emperor parading naked in front of his bamboozled subjects.