Stephen Chow's Love On Delivery is a truly manic effort that is hard to even quantify, pulsating with a seemingly unending and unrestrained creative energy that lacks precision while showcasing Chow's innumerable talents for satire and social commentary told through a largely slapstick comedy structure and form. Overflowing with ideas the plotting of the film itself becomes ubiquitous to a point of near irrelevance, giving way to a truly frenzied experience that sees Chow casting a wide net for his commentary that is unquestionably overstuffed but highly enjoyable due to its unhinged antics. From a thematic perspective, the film's main virtue is its assault on the performative nature of masculinity - in particularly the construct of toughness - as Chow satirizes with glee the facade of masculinity which projects only a stoic resolve, absurd in its unwillingness to embrace the vulnerabilities or sensitivities intrinsic to the human experience. There is so much in this film, and it certainly could be described as a bit messy, but tonally the film is wholly consistent - a manic effort which lets Chow unleash his creative inertia all over the cinematic canvas
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