Jackie punches someone so hard in the balls that he dies.
At its core, The Fearless Hyena is an overly familiar traditional kung fu revenge story, but, being that this is Jackie Chan's directorial debut, you get the added treat of watching him figure himself out in real time. Showcasing his own brand of charm, naivety and bravado in a film that blends traditional martial arts storytelling with the comedic, expressive style that would later define his career. Split pretty much straight down the middle in terms of tone, shifting between slapstick humour and surprisingly brutal violence, it shows Jackie experimenting with a formula he hadn't fully perfected yet. Fight-wise, the choreography is intricate and very well performed, boasting a beautifully inventive chopstick food fight and Jackie defeating the villain by punching him in the balls so hard that he dies, which is worthy of 5 stars all on its own. It helps that the cast is populated with a variety of interesting characters, led by a great turn from James Tien as Chan's elderly master, but, of course, the real star of the show is Chan himself. Unfortunately, it seems he hasn’t fully freed himself from Lo Wei quite yet as there is a lot of Wei's influence still present; as it's clear this wasn't a big-budget or heavily refined production, Wei's writing is more prevalent than Chan's. But there’s definitely a charm in that roughness; it feels scrappy, personal and driven by a creative ambition of expression, so while The Fearless Hyena isn’t Jackie's best film, it is an important one, less about perfection and more about watching the blueprint of something great being built. Capturing him at a turning point, transitioning from a traditional martial arts actor into the genre-defining star he would become.Was this review helpful to you?
Sadly, not an answer to a certain Monty Python sketch
Instead, Bloody Parrot is an eerily atmospheric gross-out sexsploitation wuxia horror with a blood-splattered bird nowhere in sight. A fever dream dressed in silk and shadows; there's a wonderful gothic elegance to the film's aesthetics with plenty of foggy interiors, ornate costumes and lavishly colourful sets that lean fully into confusion as a stylistic choice, crafting a world where illusion and deception are the only constants. Directed by Hua Shan, the film is packed with heroic dollops of nudity, thanks to Jenny Liang, who walks around half-naked, and buckets of gore, including one seriously yucky autopsy scene and a corpse dissolved with acid in a grisly close-up. It’s all ultimately compensating for the plot's tendency to keep adding and dispatching characters on a whim. The narrative twists pile up with such intensity that they stop feeling like twists and start resembling a surreal collage. Shan's wild camerawork and breakneck editing impart an otherworldly atmosphere, and he ensures another brilliantly choreographed swordfight breaks out every five minutes. Even when the story falters, the imagery keeps you hooked. The performances from the cast feel appropriately heightened; they don’t aim for realism so much as operatic intensity. Emotions run hot with a melodramatic edge that amplifies the film’s dreamlike quality, as do the musical cues lifted straight from Mad Max and even Ming's ring sting from Flash Gordon. Although Bloody Parrot never fully edges into the full-on gross-out mode you'd wish it would, it does reveal in its utter chaos and disorder to deliver a brilliantly entertaining time.Was this review helpful to you?
Those more familiar with Cheh’s work are undoubtedly going to get more out of this one
Thriving more on action spectacle than any form of actual cohesion, Shanghai 13 is an ambitious, if terribly under-budgeted slice of chaos. It can be messy, loud and occasionally exhausting, feeling more like a product of 70s Shaw Brothers than an 80s one; a whirlwind of ambushes, betrayals, disguises, and heroic last stands as a parade of iconic fighters squaring off in increasingly dramatic scenarios. A veritable hodgepodge of director Chang Cheh's past cinematic output, the choreography is typical of his usual energetic and relentless style; unfortunately, the rest of the film looks like he fell asleep in his chair, operating more as a string of vignettes that lack any of the polish found in his earlier studio works. Any attempt at character beyond archetypes is stripped down to the barest essentials, the film instead favouring the almost nonstop barrage of action. It ultimately operates as a vehicle for as many stars to appear as possible, with all the big names showing up for one scene before dramatically exiting moments later, rinse and repeat. To be fair, however, all the stars do deliver in their respective roles, be they Jimmy Wang Yu, who doesn’t even throw a punch, Danny Lee as a charismatic sniper or Andy Lau, who comes equipped with a cool white outfit and converse. Extra brownie points have to go to the super funkadelic musical score and banger of an opening theme. As a film that was initially planned to fund Cheh's own retirement, Shanghai 13 operates as a victory lap for the veteran director, delivering a film that's equally brainless and thrilling as it is deadeningly cheesy and undeniably entertaining.Was this review helpful to you?
The legends are true, even the sad ones.
Like a folktale passed down through memory, Moon Warriors is lush, lyrical and ever so slightly untethered from reality. Steeped in the traditions of its genre, it's tragic, yearning and tinged with inevitability, all the while drenched in natural beauty: misty coastlines, windswept forests and moonlit waters that give the film an almost ethereal quality. The craftsmanship is New Wave at its finest, and director Sammo Hung delivers a wonderfully subdued swordswinging adventure, gifting us two of the greatest choreographers ever combining their talents in a film that blends wuxia fantasy, budding romance and aggressively high-flying acrobatics, not to mention an Andy Lau / orca bromance. Sammo beat Warner Brothers to the punch on that fad. The undercranked camerawork really adds an element of dynamism and furious pace to the incredibly choreographed action, mixing wire-fu swordplay and traditional kung fu with a flawless ability; the final duel on the beach is the standout for me. The cast only adds to the film's mesmerising allure; Lau is always a joy to watch, bringing with him a quiet sincerity to his role as our humble, lovestruck hero, and the chemistry he shares with Anita Mui's princess is an absolute treat to watch onscreen all the while Maggie Cheung, in one of her most offbeat roles, gets to stretch her villainous chops as a betrayer who has a thing for the emperor. It might be one of the few times I've ever seen her not smile. Coupled with an utterly joyous musical score and lightning pacing, despite a few bizarre moments that verge on daft, Moon Warriors is an absolute delight. Filled with atmosphere, beauty and a poetic resonance that lingers long after the credits roll while expertly immersing you in feelings of longing, fleeting connections, and lives shaped by forces beyond control. And like the tide it so often frames, it's the sadness that never quite recedes.Was this review helpful to you?
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.Was this review helpful to you?
A long fought battle
Carrying with it those familiar themes of brothers-at-arms and the bonds of fellowship that run through so many Shaw Brothers films, Five Shaolin Masters is certainly a long fought battle amidst this struggle for survival. It's certainly a tipping point for its creative team, serving as a relatively lean martial arts showcase for its stars while also marking the last collaboration between director Chang Cheh and action choreographer Lau Kar-Leung before they went their separate ways. It undoubtedly spreads its attention too thin in attempting to balance the five main leads' screen time; it unfortunately drags its feet for a lot of the runtime with long stretches of minimal activity occasionally interspersed with extended martial arts sequences that, while impressive, border on the repetitive, even exhausting. Thankfully, it's a well-shot picture with some wonderful photography, aesthetically pleasing training scenes and lovely camerawork throughout, with even the occasional bit of comedy, although it veers quite heavily into gallows humour. The heroes aren't that deeply explored, but their dedication to Shaolin traditions and mutual trust creates a strong sense of camaraderie with each master representing a different martial style and personality, which gradually converge in the film's climactic confrontation. It almost gives the film a sense of strategic buildup, like pieces moving into position before the final strike. The performances are mostly solid, with maybe the sole exception of Alexander Fu Sheng, who looked like he was suffering from the heat sweats throughout. I just found his antics rather grating, more than endearing, but that seems to have been by design, given he was nearly always accompanied by childish music. Despite my niggles, Five Shaolin Masters is still very much worth a watch; it may stand as a rather influential piece of kung fu cinema, but it takes ages to really hit the ground and go.Was this review helpful to you?
Demonic Boogaloo
Doubling down on the original’s mix of supernatural possession, grotesque body horror and shock-heavy exploitation, Devil Fetus 2 is somehow even more unhinged than its predecessor and that's even before you consider it's title. There’s an almost raw, almost punk-like energy to it, playing the whole ordeal straight no matter how unhinged its chaos gets with a steady escalation of bizarre imagery that only gets stranger as the runtime goes on. That is, if you could even see what was happening half the time, given this is a highly elusive film and the picture quality, even on the best release, is pretty appalling. However, the direction by Tom Lau is filled with flashes of creativity; scenes will frequently pivot from eerie supernatural dread to sudden bursts of outrageous gore or surreal supernatural effects, which undoubtedly help balance out the otherwise grim tone the film carries. It’s the kind of film where every ten minutes something stranger than the last thing happens, often leaving you wondering whether the cast knew what was coming next, subtly was definitely never on the table, however. Despite its title, The Rape After is a pretty gnarly piece of commercial underground cinema with some extremely crusty visuals, begging for a proper restoration. Poster goes hard as well.Was this review helpful to you?
Something icky this way comes.
Full on maximalist horror, Devil Fetus wastes no time getting down to the gnarly goodness, unleashing a series of wild, over-the-top gross-out attacks on the occipital lobe at every possible moment. It's a positively ludicrous dose of gleeful insanity and maybe the best 90-minute prophylactic advert ever crafted. Packed with plenty of exploitive sleaze, including horndog ladies who love to make sexy time with the demon, the film is directed with an incredibly frantic pace and visual flair by Lau Hung-Chuen; its boundless energy and momentum are simply infectious. It can be surprisingly intense at times, with its nightmareish atmosphere, wonderfully grotesque practical effects, and disturbing body horror often overlapping with the film's more surreal elements. Yet it still manages to include a healthy dose of humour, including the best hard cut I think I've ever seen. Unfortunately, because the film jumps from one scene to the next, there's little narrative cohesion beyond the initial setup, yet it serves as a rather ingenious way of keeping you constantly on your toes because you never know what sort of chaos will unfold next. Especially when it’s all accompanied by a bit of cheeky Vangelis on the soundtrack as well as Ennio Morricone's score to The Thing, big win there. Offering up a very convincing case for careful family planning, Devil Fetus is an absolute must-see for anyone considering having kids.Was this review helpful to you?
Who you gonna call? Someone else.
Offering up a decidedly offbeat mix of horror, comedy and martial arts, The Fake Ghost Catchers undoubtedly riffs on the success that came about with Sammo Hung's Encounters of the Spooky Kind, although it ends up taking things in a vastly different direction. The horror elements are more playful than frightening, relying on wonderfully colourful lighting, fog-filled sets and practical effects that feel charmingly handmade rather than terrifyingly convincing. That being said, there is still some wonderfully freaky imagery courtesy of prolific choreographer Lau Kar-Wing in the director's chair; the martial arts take a bit of a backseat, though still reflecting the studio-house style of the time: energetic, theatrical and tightly staged. Wong Jing's script is certainly a mess of scenes, but the loose, scrappy nature and drastic shifts in tone are ultimately embraced with exceedingly silly and outlandish performances from its cast; the comedic timing carries the film more than its action does, as the comedy springs from cowardice, overconfidence, and the growing panic as carefully orchestrated illusions collapse. Leaning heavily into slapstick, more structured supernatural lore, gags are often prioritised over narrative flow, but it ultimately doesn't matter when your music is lifted verbatim from one of the best Doctor Who stories, The Invasion, no complaints there. Don Harper's music is incredible. Imperfect or not, I'm quickly realising that I massively prefer the more outlandish Shaw Brothers productions over their traditional wuxia tales because, for as ridiculous as The Fake Ghost Catchers is, it can still be lively, inventive, and often genuinely funny, carrying with it an immense amount of charm that lies less in polish and more in its energetic, anything-goes spirit.Was this review helpful to you?
A some what step up from A Legend.
Some what of a step up from A Legend, Panda Plan gets by because this is Jackie Chan doing exactly what he's known for, possibly for the last time. The film only really manages to elicit a light chuckle, even at the most trying of times. The problem stems from a lead who's way past his prime, although to be fair, at 70, Chan remains spry and in great shape, but there's no denying that awkward framing, poor editing, obvious speed ramping, body doubles, and painted-out wire work do serious heavy lifting. Zhang Luan's lightweight Die Hard-in-a-zoo action demands so little from its viewers, often thinking a poorly realised CGI panda is a good substitute for all the stuff we love Jackie Chan films for. Instead, the film becomes more of a tedious trudge through lazily choreographed fight sequences, sluggish chases and torridly scripted interactions between Chan's lethargic protagonist, an interchangeable ensemble of goofball mercenaries and a horrendous villain, all coupled with forgettable music and some questionable acting from the supporting players. Setting aside the meta references, Panda Plan fails in its attempt to aim at the kids with the stale jokes that don't appeal to anybody, irrespective of age; it's high budget, but the effort isn't. Maybe New Police Story 2 will deliver… I remain hopeful for that one at the very least.Was this review helpful to you?
Fancy a Toblerone?
Theoretically, any film that opens by decapitating Anthony Wong should be a winner; unfortunately, Visible Secret gets stuck with what it wants to be. It wants to be a slick and sexy horror-comedy, but instead it completely squanders all its promise shortly after the opening credits have finished rolling. It's a film that never quite clarifies what it aims to be; the horror elements feel perfunctory and passed over in favour of the romantic and character-based elements. It's more suggestive than genuinely frightening, but in a way that reflects the region's modern, millennium-era scene in its portrayal of young people caught in history, trying to understand both the world around them and each other as they navigate life, love, identity, and family. Ann Hui's direction is exceptionally muted and melancholic, creating an eerie, almost dreamlike tone that feels distinctly early-2000s Hong Kong cinema, succeeding more as a thoughtful meditation on loneliness, memory, and the inability to let go. Yet it all feels off, almost unfinished, bogged down by its narrative loose ends and especially the editing. The performances from the cast are fine; no one really stood out to me, outside of the terrific Kara Hui and Shu Qi, although the latter was mainly down to her fashion choices, while Tommy Wai's soundtrack is perfectly servicable in complementing the tone and visuals. Unfortunately, Visible Secret simply does not gel together; although there is certainly some quality stuff buried in its middle, it is the sort of character-based drama done better elsewhere. It doesn't go for scares or laughs. It falls into this weird valley where nothing is quite right, offering more of a more a gentle, ghostly romance with occasional dark humour than anything sharper or gnarlier. Still, maybe that's on me for expecting more from what its opening promised.Was this review helpful to you?
Blends fun and fighting as only Lau Kar-Leung could
A clash between old-world discipline and new-world confidence that blends fun and fighting as only Lau Kar-Leung could, The Lady Is the Boss is loud, chaotic and hilariously abrasive, fully embracing its oddball identity. Spending its early acts indulging in absurdist gags, it does begin to lose focus around the midway point, throwing caution to the wind with its spotty scripting; however, the film really comes alive during its many inventive and highly entertaining fight sequences, adorably adapting Lau's choreography style for practical purposes, exchanging bloody fisticuffs for dance fights and shimmering blades for BMX bikes and gymnastic equipment. It even includes a few tongue-in-cheek pastiches of some of Lau's more famous works, all set to some super funky synth beats, while the film's commitment to absurdity gives it a truly infectious energy. A lot of the comedy had me giggling uncontrollably, thanks largely to its cast and how much fun they are clearly having with their roles, especially Gordon Liu and the adorable Kara Wai Ying-Hung delivering tenfold as the titular lady. Comedy certainly takes precedence over elegance and means that while The Lady Is the Boss is not as refined as some of Lau's other works, it's lively, assertive and hard not to enjoy on its own rambunctious terms.Was this review helpful to you?
Weirdly fascinated by testicles
Unusual to the point of being downright eccentric, Executioners from Shaolin carries a significant amount of generational weight while also serving as an incredible showcase for Lau Kar-Leung as an action filmmaker. From its blistering opening credits, a surreal, red-tinted deathmatch to its ferocious, bloody freeze-frame climax, the film is littered with fabulous choreography and wonderfully realised action. Unfortunately, it is bitterly unfocused as to what it wants to be, not lingering long enough on one thing to truly grab me, trying to balance a marital drama and the typical Shaw Brothers revenge yarn to less than stellar results, thanks to a brutally uneven pace and a weird fascination with testicles. There are some decent comedic beats here and there, but the film doesn't make the best of its lighter moments, often taking away from the revenge hook that supposedly drives the narrative, with the shift in focus from father to son robbing us of a fulfilling conclusion to this tale of vengeance. Performance-wise, there's an exceptionally brief but memorable role from Gordon Liu, Lily Li is wonderful, especially alongside Chen Kuan-Tai as the sympathetic and obsessive father figure, but it's Lo Lieh's turn as the villainous and nefarious Pai Mei who is the real highlight and has gone on to be the stuff of legend. The only real sore spot is Wong Yu, who doesn't really leave much of an impression beyond what might be one of the worst haircuts and wardrobes I've ever seen in a Shaw Brothers film. Although epic in scope, Executioners from Shaolin ultimately feels as if it's been cut down to the bone, not emphasising any of its narrative threads to truly tie us down. It's an odd film in that its flaws are more about what is not seen than what is seen, while it may not be the slickest or fastest film in Shaw Brothers' output, its heart and ambition still shine through.Was this review helpful to you?
Contender for the worst Chinese film ever made.
There are vanity projects that are hilariously awful but still entertaining to behold. Then there's Pure Hearts: Into Chinese Showbiz. Absolute word vomit of a title aside, I don't think I've ever seen something as hollow and empty as this in my entire life. A glossy, tone-deaf abomination of filmmaking that mistakes clichés and tropes for a narrative. It borders on the dangerously incompetent at times, putting the cast in situations they should never have been placed in, where the Director should have been told no, but given the fact that this film was crowd and government funded, speaks volumes about where his priorities lie. He just wanted to live an extravagant lifestyle and used this film to fund and live it, no matter who he steamrolled over.Was this review helpful to you?
A better successor to the original than the actual sequels!
Arriving as a knowingly skewed echo of the heroic bloodshed era, Return to a Better Tomorrow has all the right ingredients of a slick and snazzy slice of action brilliance, playing on all the familiar themes and tropes that come with the territory. As much as the A Better Tomorrow namesake was undoubtedly slapped onto this to sell tickets, it didn't stop Wong Jing from going all out on the production, even with the notable absence of both John Woo and Chow Yun-fat. It's great to see Wong Jing taking himself seriously for once, as this is extremely atypical of his usual bouts of tonal insanity. The film still contains a few jokes here and there, plus a healthy dose of self-awareness, but these don't outright break the film's relentless pacing or its serious tone. There's a clear attempt at emulating the look and feel of the original, even if it's less interested in operatic tragedy and more so in remixing familiar iconography, although that oddly works in the film's favour, delivering plenty of punchy gunfights, splattery violence, dapper trench coats, dual-wielding shotguns and, of course, lots of cool posing! Jing's direction is great, filled with energy and a heavy amount of stylistic flourishes; the photography is extremely colourful, the musical score goes hard, and the performances all around are great, even if characterisation is sketched in bold strokes rather than fine lines. In a period where Hong Kong cinema was already looking back on its own myths, Return to a Better Tomorrow is a highly underrated little gem that has seemingly been lost amongst Wong Jing's blitzkrieg on the industry. It certainly isn't a replacement for the classic it riffs on, nor does it aim to be, although I'm probably committing absolute sacrilege when I say this is a better successor to the original than both II and III.Was this review helpful to you?
