It seems that this film got no script, no storyline, no scenario and no plot at all. It's like a randomly patched up work without any direction or rational development. The guy urinated into the toilet bowl but didn't flush. Then he came out of the exit, met some of his fans and suddenly pissed off by some unknown reasons and shoveled the paper into the guy holding the camera. There was no obvious explanation of what this guy was doing in the theater, just bowed down to vague audience, then retreated to several stories high make-up room, then took a piss during small talks with his assistant. Then he met his wife in a trendy restaurant. His behavior during the whole progress of this film was very weird and abnormal, more like a guy high on drug and lost his control. Then there were two young girls who didn't look a bit like him, didn't inherit a bit of gene from him, looked more oriental than western, and his so-called "wife" didn't even bother to look down under the table when he was tricked and tripped by his so-called "daughters". When the waiter gave him the bill, he just acted like a clown. Then came up a guy who mistakenly place his origin of his race.....Well, things went on so far without any reasonable clue, I just lost any interest to watch along. W.H. might lost in London, I certainly, with lot of others who've tried to grab WTF of this film, already lost in the middle of nowhere on this planet of Earth. I'm not that DEEP and PROFOUND or with such I.Q. like other reviewers who claimed this film so great, or so crazy but flawlessly executed, I just failed by all means about this clueless film. I gave up and have to confess that I don't know what is what going on in this film or if we were watching the same movie in different countries in different versions.
Review of Lost in London
