I mean look at that thing! I spent twenty minutes having that face-ferret pull me out of the movie: Is it real? Did he actually grow that? Did he grow part of it and glue part on? Is it CGI? Is it Superman's Missing Moustache?? I couldn't pay any attention to the movie: I was completely focused on that ridiculous growth. Eventually, after about twenty minutes, I acclimated to it, and could move on to more important things like the stunt-casting: "Wait, was that Johnny Depp? I think that was Johnny Depp but he wasn't playing Johnny Depp..." And then they spring this shit on us:
He's sleeping in a pink leather face-corset! That has its own moustache! What the hell is this? So there goes the next twenty minutes of the movie, wondering if this was actually A Thing, trying to talk myself out of picking up my phone and googling whether it was actually A Thing...
Actually I think I only lasted another ten minutes before I gave up. The plot was not nearly as loud as my internal dialogue.
(I did not google it.)
The Ministry of Culture said last month that it was targeting "striptease" and other "obscene, pornographic, and vulgar performances" at funerals, weddings and traditional Chinese New Year public gatherings.
