I enjoy John Carpenter's sense of goofiness. It's his style, and he knows we know it's his style. That's why his nonsensical plot-lines aren't annoying. But here, he takes it too far, falling into the abyss of making the story (probably based on some kind of satirical Chinatown phobia) so fantastically bizarre and the story twists so illogically open, the viewer has no worries about the heroes falling into any peril, because at the end, you know they'll all come out unscathed. When you render the viewer so detached, what's the point of making a movie?
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