Our Southeast Asian culture was being sold on the premise of 'representation'. That's my gripe. A movie about Crazy Rich Southeast Asian Chinese being sold to Americans on this premise, and sold back to its Southeast Asian audience with the same premise still attached is quite laughable and somewhat insulting. I have a few problems with it being called Crazy Rich Asians but it being marketed towards in the US where 'Asians' tend to be a catchall term for East-Asians, I can't necessarily call it out on that front alone.
I have no problem with Bridget Jones with because it's not selling me anything. It's a mainstream white rom-com that doesn't pretend to be anything else. I love a Cinderella story or a lame rom-com as much as anyone. I would love to have stories not centered around conversations about racial trauma, or racial stereotypes or what have you. I would love not to have this conversation at all because it's exhausting to constantly have these conversations. But if you're going to sell me a movie based on racial representation, I expect you to at least be honest in its making. Frankly, I have more respect for works that don't market themselves on that basis and yet its racially diverse cast are portraying storylines that don't revolve around race.
Singapore is diverse, even for Southeast Asia (I'm not even mentioning the controversies of the main cast having mixed race Eurasian actors that aren't even mixed Chinese playing Singaporean-Chinese characters). And yet not only do other ethnicities not have speaking roles, they're only depicted as the help. The one non-Chinese speaking role isn't even the race she's portraying. Why did Kris Aquino of all people have to be cast as an Indonesian Princess? She's a Crazy Rich daughter of a Filipino political dynasty. The other Filipino actor (Nic Santos) they cast plays a Chinese person, the hero's second cousin.
Meanwhile, Filipinos are represented in the story as the non-speaking help (maybe they said 'Yes, ma'am.' idk, but that's the extent of it). My Filipino mother was a domestic helper. She's never grown out of needing to be constantly working. She and her sisters had to stop school to help work the farm while the boys got to continue with their education. She had to find work overseas to support the whole family of 7 or 8 kids and send the youngest boy to college (the first in our family). Her father (my grandfather) died while she was away and she couldn't go back for his funeral. Imagine then, your ethnicity being portrayed in a Cinderella tale marketed as progressive and representative, without any semblance of agency or dignity, while your fellow countrymen get to play other races in order to be able to move in privileged circles. Imagine being told just to be satisfied with being represented at all, rather than have no representation.
I would've enjoyed Crazy Rich Asians as the okay movie that it is if all these things weren't things that were glaringly obvious to any Southeast Asians (the author is Southeast Asian, as are members of the cast), things that could and should've been thought of during the production or pre-production process. But all this is telling me, is that we were an afterthought to an American audience. That our culture could be packaged and sold as a product without considering its people. This is what I mean by authenticity, or in this case, the lack of it.