For my daughter and I, Crazy Rich Asians was more than just an Asian American film. It was a women’s film featuring mothers. Shortly before my daughter moved to Tokyo last fall, she stopped by our home in St. Paul and suggested that we see this film together at our neighborhood theater. After the film she said, “Nobody told me this was a mother-daughter film! I’m so glad I came to see this movie with you. I will never forget this!” When we were leaving the theater, a white woman in the lobby noticed that my daughter had tears in her eyes. She said rather sarcastically, “I’m sorry this movie made you feel sad.” My daughter told her: “I don’t think you understand how I feel….”
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