Still, in saying all of that, there’s plenty of Nancy Meyers-esque wish fulfillment to enjoy here, from beautiful costumes and awe-inspiring properties to all the scrumptious Asian food Sasha cooks (similar to Crazy Rich Asians, which simply must be watched with a big plate of dumplings).
With a predominantly Asian cast, the comparisons to of Always Be My Maybe to the critically acclaimed Warner Bros film Crazy Rich Asians inevitably to be expected.
The success of Crazy Rich Asians opened the door (ok maybe a window) for movies like this one, which I hope will continue.
“Always be My Maybe” floats along, quite low to the ground, poking fun at San Fran’s all-encompassing LGBTQIA gender blurring, lame Spanx jokes, ridiculing “that racist lady” cook, Paula Deen and laughably pretentious cuisine, all set against the same sheen of gauche affluence of say, a “Crazy Rich Asians” or most of Tyler Perry’s non-Madea comedies.
It’s the second recent Western rom-com to do so, following 2018’s much-celebrated Crazy Rich Asians.