Saturday, January 11, 2014

Instant Action: Siu lam juk kau (Shaolin Soccer, 2001)



I played soccer, I don't remember it being anything like this!

Written By: Stephen Chow, Chi Keung & Min Hun Fung, & Kan-Cheung Tsang
Directed By: Stephen Chow

I'll give Siu lam juk kau one thing, it sure as hell isn't afraid to be gloriously over the top. Soccer balls caving in brick walls, goalies having their clothes burned off by the heat of a soccer ball hit like a rocket blast, and a fat guy who is so hungry he'll eat raw eggs off of a dirty shoe. Those are just three examples, and they aren't even close to the most over the top examples found in the movie. Siu lam juk kau goes all out, for its entire run time Stephen Chow's film consistently seeks the boundary of plausibility and moves past it some more.

That approach does lead to Siu lam juk kau being a very broad film. The comedy, the action, the acting, and the story all all exceptionally broad. Nuance isn't just a vague concept in Siu lam juk kau, such a concept doesn't exist period. This has its positives and negatives, and the two manage to pretty much cancel one another out. Having a character be so driven by food that he eats raw eggs off of a shoe is an example of broadness that is a negative within the film. At the same time having the love interest of the film show up near the end with a shaved head that makes her look like an alien, that's a broadness that is positive. Xiānshēng Chow manages to find a middle ground, an area where the over the top broad nature of the comedy can be both a good thing and a bad thing. That's an impressive feat because on numerous occasions Siu lam juk kau teeters towards being far too broad. But, the film always manages to counteract a negative with a positive, something unfunny with something funny, and that's one of the reasons that Siu lam juk kau is very watchable.

The other area where Siu lam juk kau excels is in its application of martial arts. The martial arts in Siu lam juk kau are also very over the top, but they are quite exhilarating to the eye. Realism is not what Siu lam juk kau is going for, instead what it's asking of its audience is to accept and enjoy what the film is providing. I was able to do that far easier with the action than I was with the comedy. The action choreography is very well done, and has an energetic charge to it. This allows the action to help the comedy, and in turn the action helps to increase the overall value of the film.

I wasn't blown away by Siu lam juk kau, many portions of the film did fall flat for me. However, more of the film worked for me than did not. I was able to look past the unappealing elements of the film, and enjoy Siu lam juk kau for the over the top slapstick action comedy that it is. Siu lam juk kau didn't leave me with a burning desire to see more from Xiānshēng Chow. But, in this one moment and for this one film I was impressed by what Xiānshēng Chow offered and had a good time watching his film. I'd say that makes Siu lam juk kau much more of a success than a failure, and time well spent with a movie.

Rating:

7/10

Cheers,
Bill Thompson

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Midnite Ride #23: The Visitor

Welcome to another episode of the Midnite Ride!!!

This time around large William and Uncool Cat Chris caught a screening of The Visitor (1979) directed Giulio Paradisi in Toronto and they wanted to share some thoughts with the listeners.

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Episode #269: Linda and Abilene with Feedback

Welcome to our first episode of 2014!!!

Sit back and relax and listen to Large William and Sammy review Linda and Abilene (1969) directed by Herschel Gordon Lewis and brought to us courtesy of Vinegar Syndrome (vinsyn.com)...pick up some of the releases they have at their website or with our sponsor over at diabolikdvd.com
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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The Doll Squad (1973)



What the fuck happened to the Space Race?  It was only forty-five years ago that we made it to the Moon (let’s take for granted that the Moon landing wasn’t faked, shall we?).  There were some satellites launched (actually, A LOT of satellites launched), and we even put that Moon-Patrol-looking thing on Mars, but we as a collective nation (speaking only for America) have seemingly lost the desire to move ourselves into space.  Why?  Well, if I had to venture a guess, I would say it’s because space travel became sexy enough for entrepreneurs to want to monetize it (and naturally discounting the collapse of the Soviet Union, our big competitor).  Unfortunately, it also became unsexy enough for our tax dollars to fund it (and that’s about as political as this review will get; relax).  So, the odds on you or I jetpacking around the universe with a woman proportioned like a Wally Wood or Frank Frazetta bombshell have pretty much evaporated.  But maybe whatever billionaire who weekends on Uranus (which I now and forever will pronounce “Your Anus”) will want to take you along sometime.  And maybe Michael Ansara will fly out my ass.  Outside of my wild Science Fiction fantasies, though, I honestly can’t say I’m all that disappointed.  Number one, humans have always had a habit of turning whatever pristine environment they come upon into a junkyard.  Number two, I don’t like flying.

Senator Stockwell (John Carter) and Victor Connelly (Anthony Eisley) sit down to watch the latest space rocket launch, but a mysterious phonecaller upbraids the Senator for not heeding his previous (unforeshadowed) warnings and the rocket explodes.  The two men make their way to the room-sized computer “Bertha” to find out who they can send to bring this villain down.  “Bertha” spits out The Doll Squad, and before you can say “Jack Robinson,” team leader Sabrina (Francine York) is collecting her team members.  Will this be the squad’s toughest assignment yet?  Sure.  Why not?

Ted V. Mikels’ film is a melding of the Superspy and Assemble The Team subgenres, with the twist being that the team consists solely of women.  The first thing most folks would think of then (okay, maybe just me) is whether this is a feminist film or not (and I’m not the world’s foremost scholar on feminism, so let’s allow for some wiggle room here, hmmm?).  I think I can honestly say, to absolutely no one’s astonishment, that it really isn’t.  It has feminist elements in it.  The women are all strong and treat their jobs with the same sort of calculated precision an audience would demand of something like The Dirty Dozen or Le Cercle Rouge.  None of the women are man-crazy or defined by their desire for a man to want them.  The women all make free choices to decide their own fates.  Sabrina can even shoot skeet as well as or better than her male superiors.  Nevertheless, she is in charge of her team, but men are in charge of her.  Also, there is an abundance of scenes featuring all of the girls in bikinis or skintight jump suits.  Of course, this is for the benefit of the more lusty audience members and has no purpose other than to appeal to the prurient interest, and it does so quite well.  Had the group dressed in fatigues and been loaded down with equipment, the film would have had a different flavor entirely, but it also likely wouldn’t have made a penny at the box office.  I don’t mean to imply that the only way for women in films to represent equality is by dressing them sexlessly, but it makes an interesting point:  Would an audience take these characters more seriously had they dressed in a more masculine fashion?  At the end of the day, I suppose the point is moot.  Mikels knows his audience well enough to not let it bog him down.

Now that I’ve successfully misinterpreted an entire civil rights/societal movement for the purposes of a film review, let’s move on to how this stacks up in two of its respective subgenres.  In the realm of Assemble The Team movies, it hits all the numbers, and it even starts off the process with a nice twist which I won’t ruin here.  You have the initial recruitment scenes, where we are introduced to the various agents.  Intriguingly, all but one does something completely unrelated to their Doll Squad work in their civilian lives, and that one is, arguably, the most intellectual of them (maybe not most intelligent, though).  Aside from seeing Lavelle (Tura Satana) doing a little burlesque dance and revealing some rather fetching tassels, these scenes aren’t very engaging dramatically.  None of the women puts up much resistance to joining the mission, except for one, and it’s token resistance at best.  Also, the women don’t really have specialties the way we would expect of them.  Consequently, they’re only slightly distinguishable from one another, though the differences between their non-government identities and what they contribute to the team is much more noticeable.

 So, how does The Doll Squad…um…stack up as a Superspy film?  Well, you have a sort of Bond-ian villain with Ansara’s Eamon.  He, in turn, has a sort of Bond-ian villainous plan.  One of the baddies (okay, his squeeze) infiltrates the squad with a lifelike disguise.  There is a large compound manned by faceless lackeys in uniform (you would never confuse any of them with any of the protagonists regardless, I assure you).  There is a briefcase loaded with improbable gadgets and weaponry.  The antagonists, ostensibly, threaten the safety of the American Space Program, so it’s not a localized menace.  If nothing else, it’s an ambitious premise.  It’s also on a miniscule budget, but that doesn’t keep Mikels down, and in fact, aside from the pulchritude, this is the biggest appeal of the film.  Every explosion is done in superimpositions.  There is a flamethrower effect done in (you guessed it) superimposition.  The men get gunned down but appear to fall even before guns are fired.  The action scenes are executed with a nimiety of ease and a paucity of suspense or tension in that telltale style reserved for friends of the filmmakers who are being paid in ham sandwiches.  And ham is the name of the game.  Now, I love ham, and this is pretty forgettable ham, but it’s still tasty. 

MVT:  There wouldn’t be The Doll Squad without the dolls, and they are the main attraction at this sideshow.  Mission accomplished, ladies.

Make Or Break:  The Make is the assault on Eamon’s compound.  It’s fun and keeps the pace up, despite its various shortcomings.  There’s just enough violence and red-paint-loaded squibs to keep butts in seats.  And did I mention that it’s all carried off by pretty women in tight jump suits.  Well, it is.

Score:  6/10

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Taking Of Beverly Hills (1991)



I can’t really speak for the farmer’s markets in other areas, but I know that I used to love the local Hometown Farmer’s Market (aka The Hometown Auction) as a kid.  It was open Wednesdays and Sundays only, and for my family at least, going there was almost like going to an amusement park (in rarity, if not in experience).  Even though it’s a farmer’s market (and still runs to this day, though only on Wednesdays now), you could get almost anything there.  I suppose aside from the fresh produce and farm products, it could be more readily labeled a flea market.  There were people selling tee shirts (including a kickass, Terminator knockoff that looked like absolutely nothing from the movie, and which I still pine for now), comic books, vinyl albums and cassettes, and best of all, throwing stars.  They came in all shapes and sizes: chrome darts, six-sided-triton-tipped jobs, four-point pinwheels, and on and on.  Buying one and showing it off to your friends was like finding an old skin mag out in the woods.  It was exciting and vaguely dangerous in a bizarre way.  Funny enough, I never bought a butterfly knife from the Market, mostly because I could never get down that little wrist action thing people do with them.  I haven’t been to Hometown on anything other than business since I was probably about sixteen, but one of these days, I’m going to get down there, and I’m going to buy every throwing star I can get my grubby mitts on. 

Boomer Hayes (Ken Wahl), quarterback for some unnamed Californian football team, makes a guest appearance at this year’s Beverly Hills Homeless Fund dinner for team owner Robert Masterson (Robert Davi).  After all the exposition this film will ever possibly need gets dumped, Boomer takes Laura (Harley Jane Kozak), Masterson’s unrequited love and daughter of Masterson’s insurer Mitchell Sage (William Prince), back to his pad for some hanky panky.  Later that night, a tanker carrying fluorine crashes, causing the entire Beverly Hills area to be evacuated.  But who is actually behind the wreck and the subsequent action that follows?  If I gave you the cast list of this film, do you think you could guess?

Sidney J. Furie’s The Taking Of Beverly Hills could most easily be compared to the original Die Hard, though Boomer’s occupation alone would likely put most folks in mind of The Last Boy Scout.  However,  I believe this was released before Tony Scott’s film, so if anyone could be said to have stolen the idea of a football player and a cop against a bunch of bad guys, I would suggest it would be the latter (though both came out the same year, so not accounting for that bizarre Hollywood phenomenon of kismet, of course, and no, I’m not actually making such an accusation here).  That said, if I had to choose between the two films, I would choose Scott’s as being more entertaining, though it is so for the same sorts of idiocy and excesses as Furie’s.  It simply does them better and has a better script (not Oscar-worthy, but better).  According to IMDB, part of the reason why this film wasn’t as successful as Boy Scout had to do with Orion Pictures’ fall into bankruptcy prior to the film’s release.  When Columbia released it later, it wasn’t given very many screens, so it wound up raking in less than one-nineteenth of its estimated budget. 

I guess that leaves us (okay, me) with making the determination whether this deserves to be seen by more people or if it was unfairly relegated to underseen status.  One thing at a time, then.  Yes, I think this movie was unfairly treated, but these were circumstances no one could really control.  I’m almost positive that most businesses would prefer not to declare bankruptcy.  Should Columbia have given this a bigger push against the Warner Bros. pic?  I don’t think so.  Similar films have been released close to each other (Dante’s Peak and Volcano, Deep Impact and Armageddon, etcetera) for some time, and one always feels like a B Picture compared to the other (regardless of quality), and  that’s what we have here.  Let’s face facts; Ken Wahl has never been the box office draw that Bruce Willis is (though the similarities to Willis’s earlier film with this one make for a semi-neato double bill).  

So, finally then, do I think more people should make the effort to see this film?  Well, seeing it certainly won’t enrich their lives.  The dialogue (especially that given to sidekick/comic relief cop Kelvin [Matt Frewer]) is beyond horrible.  The characters behave as if they all alternately snorted a mountain of cocaine or popped a handful of Oxycodone (either of which I would believe).  The villain’s ultimate scheme wouldn’t work in a thousand years, no matter how smart it sounded in the writers’ heads.  Much of the action in the film consists of our protagonists running away from the baddies.  Nonetheless, there are some truly cool sequences, such as when Benitez (Branscombe Richmond) pursues Kelvin and Boomer while setting everything in his way on fire with a huge flamethrower.  Therefore, The Taking Of Beverly Hills is, to bastardize Douglas Adams, mostly harmless.  As a time-waster or something to watch over a few drinks, it does a decent enough job.  It’s not essential viewing, unless you’ve dedicated your life to charting the evolution of Wahl’s mullet, in all honesty.  Or you’re intent on seeing every film that utilizes EMF’s Unbelievable.

Thematically, the film is all about class warfare.  Kelvin’s opening monologue tells us how he’s a cop in Beverly Hills but can’t afford to live there.  Of course, neither can the Chief of Police (Lyman Ward), who lives in Pasadena.  The rich people at the opening fundraiser all but break their arms patting themselves on the back and opining about how there is more heart and caring about the little guy in Beverly Hills than anywhere else in America.  Yet, Boomer is supposed to be a man of both worlds.  He is a rich athlete, and he lives in Beverly Hills.  But by that same token, his heart lies with the common person.  He speaks to Kelvin like they’re old friends, and even speaks up for the goofy cop.  At the fundraiser, he delights in lifting a glass with a homeless man.  Later, he makes the distinction for the audience’s benefit between being a rich team owner and a rich team player when he observes that, “Playing football is very American.  Owning is just being rich.”  Plus, he hasn’t got too many years of playing left in him, so soon he will possibly be one of the huddled masses rather than the wealthy elite.  Furie juxtaposes Boomer’s romancing of Laura alongside the hourly wage earners charged with dismantling the fundraiser tent and so forth.  So, they make this distinction using the film’s protagonist, but they also want us to like him as an everyman.  It doesn’t quite work completely, but it works just enough.  The whole plan of the bad guys is, at its heart, a quasi-depiction of the statement, “when the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich.”  But still, even this is only half-heartedly clung to, once the entirety of the plan is unveiled.  It’s as if the filmmakers wanted to make a cynical proclamation about the state of things, but they either couldn’t pull it off, were blocked by some producer/studio executive, or were too indecisive to stick to their guns.  So in that respect, it feels like the rest of the film.

MVT:  I think the best thing the filmmakers did was actually what they didn’t do.  They didn’t try to turn Boomer into some ex-black-ops, superhuman killing machine.  He’s a guy who’s good at throwing a ball around, and they really play that up.  Some may argue they do it a bit too much, but had they gone to the extremes they could have gone to, this would have simply been an exercise in ridiculousness.  Not to say I wouldn’t want to see that film, but I’m not sure I would appreciate it quite as much as this.

Make Or Break:  I’ll just sum this up in five sweet words: throwing stars in a purse.

Score:  6.5/10

Monday, December 30, 2013

Episode #268: Assault on Creepshow 13

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This week it was Sammy's turn to program from our sponsor over at diabolikdvd.com (please head over and tell them we sent you over for some movie sweetness) and he chose Assault on Precinct 13 (1976) directed by John Carpenter and Creepshow (1982) directed by George Romero!!! We hope you enjoy the episode!!!

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Saturday, December 28, 2013

Instant Action: Hummingbird (Redemption, 2013)



I'm not sure that this film understands what it means to be a good man...

Screenplay By: Steven Knight
Directed By: Steven Knight

Continuing my desire to use this column to seek out the work of action stars this week I bring you Jason Statham. I've rarely seen Mr. Statham outside of a Guy Ritchie film, and that appears to have been a mistake on my part. I really did not like Mr. Statham in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, or Snatch.. While I enjoyed In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale that wasn't due to it, or Mr. Statham, being great in the traditional sense. Hummingbird offers a different take on Mr. Statham, at least a different take from his work with Guy Ritchie. In Hummingbird Mr. Statham is a presence, he owns the screen. Charm isn't the right word, it somewhat applies, but not completely. There's just something about Mr. Statham that the camera loves. The best explanation I can come up with is that the way he carries himself intoxicates the camera. Mr. Statham exerts himself upon the film, his presence overrides the film in ways that it really shouldn't. That's presence, and that's something Mr. Statham has in spades in Hummingbird.

Hummingbird excels visually, and in its action scenes. The visuals are, well, gorgeous, but not too gorgeous. Cinematographer Chris Menges makes terrific use of the claustrophobic nature of the British underworld. Everyone knows everyone and the camera placement of Mr. Menges accentuates how close together the citizens of London's underworld live. There's a grimy feel to the work of Mr. Menges, for all the visual flare he provides Hummingbird with he allows the film to have a more lived in texture. The director, Steven Knight, focuses on the hands of his characters a lot, further adding to the textured feel of the film. This plays out even more in the action scenes where the fighting dynamic is one of brutal violence that seeks to end the fight quick. The action in Hummingbird isn't that of the dance, rather it's that of the car hitting the wall. Fancy moves are replaced by strikes intended to maim and end the fight in the swiftest fashion. So much action is based on the beauty of the dance that is fight choreography, and in that respect the quick and efficient action of Hummingbird felt very different.

Where I have trouble with Hummingbird is in the theme of the film. The story is fine enough, a simple sort of man against internal/external demons sort of fable. The script delivered by Mr. Knight is looking for something more than that simple tale though. That's where I think the film trips up, because I'm not sure Mr. Knight really knows what he wants his film to say. At times it feels like Hummingbird is going for a Robin Hood correlation. Then it will seem as if the film is acknowledging the fact that the protagonist is no better than the people he is fighting against. But, then the film will play up the actions of Joey, Mr. Statham, as those of a man of principle who deserves the respect of the viewer. It felt as if Mr. Knight could never come to grips with the Joey character and instead of a focused character he left one on the screen who is quite muddled. This, of course, leads to a muddled main theme. Th drive of said theme is never able to gain inertia because the dueling nature of the Joey character often works against the thematic drive of the film.

Mr, Knight's film makes for a very interesting watch. The film is confused about what it wants to be, at least that's the case in terms of its theme. Hummingbird works just fine as an action film, but the added drama muddies the water of the films intentions. I'm not convinced that's entirely a bad thing though, because the lack of focus displayed by the film is one of the films most interesting aspects. Jason Statham has become a big action star, and after Hummingbird I can see why. The film takes full advantage of the package that is Jason Statham, and that's one of the reasons why Hummingbird is an interesting film worth checking out.

Rating:

7/10

Cheers,
Bill Thompson

Six-String Samurai (1998)

Directed by: Lance Mungia

Runtime: 91 minutes
 
So someone thought it would be a good idea to dump nuclear apocalypse, Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, kung fu movies, Ogami Itto (Lone Wolf and Cub or Shogun Assassin(which ever works for you)), the sillier aspects of the 1950's and the invading Soviets into a blender. The result is a beautifully shot and absolutely insane movie. Let the madness begin.

The movie opens with a nameless child and his mother running away from post nuclear cavemen. In Disney fashion the mother quickly gets taken out of the movie and leaves the nameless child on his own. Before the cavemen can kill off the kill off the kid as well our hero Buddy (a.k.a. The Six-String Samurai) jumps into the scene and quickly cuts down the cavemen. As the Child tries to understand what just happened, our protagonist starts leaving telling the Child to just fly away.

The two of them go walking through a picturesque and barren locations while Buddy tries to get rid of the Child. The Child lets out a rather annoying yell shout thing that he does for about two thirds of the movie and the pair go to the next plot point in the movie.

The reason Buddy and the Child are on this strange journey is because The King of Lost Vegas is dead and Buddy hopes to wear the crown. Back story time, back in 1957 the Soviet's launch an nuclear attack and invade the United States. This leaves the US in ruins except for one city Lost Vegas. Lost Vegas is ruled by Elvis Aaron Presley making him both the king of Rock and Roll and the king of what was Las Vegas. Fast forward to where the movie takes place and The King is dead and anyone who play an electric guitar and use a weapon is heading to Lost Vegas to be the next king.

Along the way Buddy and the Child meets neo-cavemen, bowler assassins, cannibals that still think it is the 1950's, assorted weird and colourful nuts, survivors of the Red Army, and Death and his bow packing band. Death is also on his way to Lost Vegas as well to kill rock and roll and make death metal the music of choice.

This is the movie as a whole. Scene, some somewhat witty dialogue or no dialogue, a silly but fitting adversary that Buddy skillfully takes out, the Child being annoying, Buddy going further down the road with the Child in tow and repeat with a new scene. This is also the only negative point I had with the film and this is more something I found annoying instead of something that damages the film.

 It was an enjoyable watch overall and I strongly recommend watching this if you can find it. It is also a shame that Jeffrey Falcon never did another film after this. He reminds me of Bruce Campbell that is skilled martial arts.

MVT: The best lines from the film:
Mesh-Head
: If I were you, I would run.
Buddy: If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'.  

Make or Break: The make for me is a three way tie between the soundtrack by The Red Elvises, the landscape shots and the insanely fun plot. The break for me was the repetitiveness of the story.

Score: 7.5 out of 10

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

City Hunter (1993)



Action and stunts, whether they’re live or filmed, are eaten up by audiences the world over.  Sometimes this is because they marvel at the physical skill involved.  Watching the razor-sharp choreography of someone like Charles Chaplin or a show like “Cirque Du Soleil,” we are amazed at just what the human body is capable of, and we may even be a little jealous that we’re not at that level (maybe you are, but I’m not).  It puts paid to the expression “poetry in motion.”  Sometimes, however, our excitement doesn’t come from the appreciation of a performer’s abilities.  It comes from our dark, innate desire to see if someone is going to be injured or killed while in the execution of an act.  This is not to say we would wish bad results on these people, but there is a mighty large “if” at the center of spectacles like those Evel Knievel used to do.  Without the danger, though, there is no thrill.  It’s an odd dichotomy.  We may not want to see these people die, but we totally want to see if these people are going to die.  If you think about it, it’s actually a pretty morbid, and pretty large, part of our collective psychic makeup.  Even when the stuntwork has been practiced, and filmed, and edited to within an inch of its life, we are still amazed.  This is the beauty of performers like Jackie Chan.  He shows us the end result of his efforts.  But in a lot of his films, he also shows us the screw ups.  We get it all, and we know that since Chan is still alive and kicking by the end, it’s all good, no matter how many times he had to be whisked to the hospital.  De-mystifying his stunts makes them all the more impressive, because it humanizes (at least in part) the superman we see on screen, and we go from the darker end of why we love these things to the lighter side.  It’s uplifting, sort of.

Ryu, nicknamed the City Hunter (Chan), is a private detective with a carefree streak a mile wide.  When his partner (Michael Wong) is gunned down, Ryu promises to raise Wong’s sister Carrie and never chase after her amorously.  Naturally, this lasts right up until Carrie matures into Joey Wong in the next scene, and then the two have to deal with their feelings, or at least Carrie does.  The search for missing teenager Kyoko (Kumiko Goto), complicates matters, and puts Ryu and Carrie in the path of terrorists, gold diggers, and one of the weirdest musical duos ever.

I’ve not seen tons of Chan’s filmography or director Wong Jing’s either, but I would be interested to know whether or not this one is the furthest removed from reality.  It’s adapted from a manga, and the filmmakers embrace the comic/cartoon aspects of same to the nth degree.  Consequently, we have things like sound effect balloons during a fight.  The sound effects proper throughout the film appear to have been foleyed by the good folks at Hanna Barbera.  The musical score is a quasi-ragtime-style piece of work perhaps better suited to Mickey Mouse’s earliest efforts.  Ryu’s garage looks like the set of a mid-Eighties music video.  A song and dance number breaks out in the middle of the film, with characters inexplicably taking part as dancers (though this sequence fits in a narrative sense, allowing it to play out and observing how other characters react to it emphasizes its oddness).  But because elements like these are embraced with a gigantic smile on the producers’ faces (and most certainly on Chan’s), we more readily accept them.  Sure, there are still instances of the sort of wince-inducing “comedy” that plagues a great many of the airier Asian films I’ve seen.  You know what I mean: the pronounced facial mugging, the overdone slapstick that would give Moe, Larry, and Curly the fits, and so on.  It’s the sort of thing that either hits or misses wide.  Thankfully, it mostly hits here.  

Bearing that in mind, there is little to no attention paid to either plotting or characterization, and this is probably my biggest beef with the film.  Not so much that these things aren’t developed, but that the action-oriented tangents the film goes down are so divorced from the film’s story, that they simply become extensive vignettes.  Like porn loops for stuntwork enthusiasts.  Not a bad thing, by and large, but it can become stale after prolonged exposure.  Just not enough to hate.  

With this film we again have a pronounced emphasis on performances, and not simply from the physical efforts of Chan and company.  The very first scene is a bit of self-reflexivity with Ryu directly addressing the audience.  There is the aforementioned song (“Gala Gala Happy”) and dance from Soft Hard and their cohorts.  Carrie puts on a performance with her cousin (Bei-Dak Lai) aboard the cruise ship, partly in an effort to make Ryu envious.  The two femmes fatale (Chingmy Yau and Carol Wan) put their wares out there (so to speak) to attract rich men, but one of them keeps a briefcase loaded with weaponry.  This presentation aspect is perhaps best summed up by the scene in the movie theater.  Ryu is matched up against two towering black goons.  Meanwhile, Bruce Lee fights Kareem Abdul Jabar in Game Of Death on the movie screen.  Ryu takes his cues from Lee, and after his enemies have been dispatched, Lee gives Ryu verbal and visual thumbs ups.  

This leads me, circuitously, to another facet of this film, and Chan’s films in general, that I’ve noticed over time (again, I can’t speak to his entire oeuvre).  There is a sort of sexless sexuality at play, which at once appeals to the prurient interest of fourteen-year-old boys while simultaneously being remarkably chaste.  When Ryu sleeps, he dreams of scads of swimsuit-clad women fawning over him in a pool.  Ryu touts himself as a womanizer of the first order, yet he doesn’t kiss a single woman the entire film (or none that I can recall).  We get semi-lurid shots of women lounging poolside, but none ever take their clothes off.  It relies on what parts of the human body are allowed on display (and they are some darn fine parts, no argument there), but there is never any sort of consummation happening.  Like Sheriff Buford T. Justice once said, “You can think about it.  But don’t do it.”  This is a flirtatious, wholesome sexuality.  It doesn’t even quite rise to the ribaldry level of something like The Benny Hill Show.  Nonetheless, it absolutely has an easygoing charm about it.  It’s not aggressive.  It’s more like the first time you took notice of those suspect lumps under a girl’s shirt when you were twelve or thirteen.  It has a good-natured heart behind it.  Is it sexist?  Maybe.  But it’s innocent, too.  I suppose this is an odd way to end a review of an Action film, but I think it nicely reflects the disposition with which I left this film.  So there.      

MVT:  The “anything goes” sense of fun is infectious, and it goes a long way in bolstering the film’s ample charms.  To play a film like this any more seriously than this one is would be a mistake, in my opinion.

Make Or Break:  The Make is the scene where Ryu scans the fingerprints on Kyoko’s butt, trying to determine who the bad guys are.  There’s a terrific payoff to this, and it is handled remarkably deftly here.  I know it’s not as visually impressive as something like the Street Fighter scene, but I simply loved this little moment.

Score:  7.25/10