That Film
Well, I saw it today and it's just as good as you've heard; possibly better than that, even. The greatest actor of their generation, forcing an emotional impact straight through all the artifice and melodrama that go (perhaps rightfully) with the role. The explosion of passion and emotion seen both as power and as terror. The deft repetition of the three-characters story element, and (in a way) of the love triangle motif; the simultaneous rescue and celebration of source material too often relegated to marginal demographics or worse yet associated purely with camp. The classic, even Shakespearean, architecture of the plot arc.

What else? The music, of course; the timeless set design; the gorgeous location; the grace notes for hard-core fans; the costumes at once believable and iconic.

Are there flaws? Sure; the choreography isn't up to the Asian best-of-breed work, and the director doesn't always know how to shoot that choreography reliably, depending more on establishing shots and (justifiably) on solid acting and character development work instead.

Oh, and Pierce Brosnan really can't sing.