The film, more likely to invite comparisons to the writings of Marcel Proust than the previous Ip Man films, is a gorgeous folly that never entirely emerges from its creator’s head.
Hur Jin-ho’s approach is to observe the raunchy proceedings from a slightly amused distance.
Given the already impossibly low standards of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise, the worthlessness of this new CGI adventure isn’t surprising.
Rob Marshall doesn’t hype the soul of Japan, only its artifice.