A gloriously trashy slice of gritty kung fu action
A gloriously trashy slice of gritty kung fu action, Slaughter in San Francisco is a sensational title that offers a pared-down promise of disreputable thrills, pure grindhouse poetry. Having originally been conceived as another vehicle for Bruce Lee, before his falling out with director Lo Wei and jumping ship to make Way of the Dragon, the undoubtedly sloppy production carries with it a certain appeal that's raw and unpolished, its pace is constant and unrelenting, even if certain events just feel like an excuse to get to the next bout of fancy fisticuffs, but it all comes across as a piece of weirdly charming exploitation. It feels quite like a low-budget film from the US underground scene awkwardly crossed paths with the action of Hong Kong and the tone of the typical American crime shows from the same era; scenes feel stitched together rather than carefully constructed, with the dialogue occasionally drifting into unintentionally comedic territory and some truly lousy police work populating its runtime. That being said, there's a lot of nicely photographed location work, while Lo Wei's choppily staged action carries with it a visceral urgency; the performances are all mostly solid, although Chuck Norris receives top billing, he's actually the villain with a diabolically cool name and sense of style donning Ray-Ban sunglasses, a fedora and a fur coat or watching his underlings practicing karate while eating an unnaturally large apple. Unfortunately, the film does very little to establish Don Wong despite his protagonist status, while Sylvia Chang makes an extremely early career appearance. Despite its plethora of action, Slaughter in San Francisco is very much a footnote in plenty of established careers, its serious edge ultimately at odds with all the inevitable B-movie silliness but that's where the fun really lies.
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