I feel that I have some sort of defect wherein I can’t fully enjoy Hong Kong martial arts films. It’s weird. I can lap up the cheesiest of sci-fi, but this sort of stuff just makes my eyes glaze over. You’d think lore of Ancient China (which I’m as fascinated with as the next chap) would be enough to lure me in, but it is not.
I love movies like Red Cliff, but the chop-socky stuff that everyone else seems to love bores me to tears.
So this movie, wherein warriors from the Shaolin Clan fight the Wu-Tang Clan, just went on and on.
The fighting is cool – don’t get me wrong – and, man, I respect the athleticism, but every moment when they aren’t fighting just doesn’t connect with me.
