An empty church, a silent prayer, running barefoot on a stolen wedding dress, endless tears and resentment filling Hong Kong’s streets. As the rest of the entire world seems to be against you, your world is reduced to her and the few ones you love. What it feels to be young, the streets and her eyes. It’s so shamelessly stylized with neon colors and overtly dramatic music, poignant gazes and gestures, big acts of romance and explosively frontal bursts of violence, everything is so sudden and intense, this movie is fire in the shape of teenage love and conflict. All that burning passion and all that burning anger, that juvenile emotional excess, such a youthful film. I feel like I could rewatch this a hundred times and it would still be as exciting as this first time.