Yew Kwang Han of Singapore is, to me, one heck of a writer—and director—of farce, farce being what the film 18 Grams of Love (2007) is. Herein: “Two men [Ah Hui and Zihua] write anonymous love letters to test if their wives are faithful. When their wives actually respond, the two men are left in a fix of what to do” ( The marriages are hardly satisfying. The wives, Michelle and Xiao Tong, are insensitive and tired. The men, even so, are not the same as they were during the couples’ courtships, and Zihua, in fact, is a hothead. The attempt at self-justification naturally comes about, but so does soul-searching. “When we have problems,” says Zihua, “why don’t we think back to when we fell in love?”

Problems there are, explored with playful, eccentric direction by Yew, whose plot never gets inert or too thin. And there is good farceur acting from everyone: Adam Chen (Ah Hui), for example—spot-on as a handsome but ordinary and confused hubby. Magdalene See, as Xiao Tong, performs as though she’s been doing farce for two decades. For good measure, the pic features the longest scene of literal finger pointing I will probably ever see.

(Available on Tubi)