“Come Play”: Creepy Concept, Lackluster Story
"Come Play" was entertaining and had some great ideas about how to scare children away from playing with facial recognition settings.

Miss Wonton begins with the arrival of a young Chinese immigrant, Ah Na (Amy Ting), to her new place of work, the Buddha's Happiness in New York. At Buddha's Happiness, she meets other immigrant workers and hears their idiosyncratic dreams of the future. She decides she will do better for herself, and is determined to achieve the American Dream. One day while making a delivery, she stumbles upon an underground world of immigrant women in Grand Central station. This world is called the "Golden Palace". She finds a new friend in Lily - her alter ego. She also meets an American man named, Jack and falls for him. As Ah Na grapples onto the hope of a brighter future, the ghosts of her past soon catch up with her. Will Ah Na achieve her sense of place in the real world or will she be forever lost in the uncertainty of the past?
"Come Play" was entertaining and had some great ideas about how to scare children away from playing with facial recognition settings.
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