"Political angle aside, sideswipes about China's communist apparat are only to be expected, PING PONG primarily earns its stripes as a treatise about a young British-Chinese woman's double consciousness in forging her own identity in an occidental capital without obliterating her ethnic roots, like the "woman warrior" she watches on television or reads in the picture-story books when she was young, Elaine is fascinated by her cultural background, but at the same time, as a modern woman, she is dismissive of its shibboleth, so revered by the older generation, perhaps, that is why she finds kindred spirit in Sam's younger son Mike (Yip, the most naturalistic performer among the fold), who looks totally anglicized on the surface, which, in time, will be encroached by the oriental filial obligation."
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