Much of the talk surrounding the film adaptation of Crazy Rich Asians is the need for Asian representation in Hollywood—while I’m with it all the way, it isn’t what attracted me to the movie. See, people seem to forget that being Asian and being Asian-American are completely different experiences, and here is a movie that is centered around that dichotomy.
Yes, this film at its bare bones is a pretty standard romantic comedy—shit, there’s actually a scene of the guy catching the girl to declare his love just before her plane takes off. But what makes this film unique is all of the added Asian texture—culture, architecture, social commentary and subtext, and most importantly, food. I swear, for every gratuitous shirtless shot in this film, there are two more close-ups of food.
Source: Destructoid Review: Crazy Rich Asians