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Kung Fu Hustle

Stephen Chow is the Orson Welles of Kung Fu flicks; in this film he writes, directs, produces, stars, and gets all the hero close-ups. However, I was still a bit worried because while people went on about his last, Shaolin Soccer, it was still shit. There were about five good minutes, and eighty five boring ones. Not so much Shaolin Soccer as Leicester City v Crewe in the second round of the Carling Cup, with a good 22-man handbags at the end.

There is the very occasional tedious or incomprehensible bit in Kung Fu Hustle, but most of the time it's like a live action cartoon, with Lord Buddha personally kicking arse at the end. The old couple are fantastic, and there's a gratuitously non-fu fat bloke as well; it's the same feeling you got when you watched Monkey as a kid. This film is good, and if you don't like it you shouldn't really bother with a) Kung Fu films, b) cartoons, c) fun or d) laughing, in future.

posted by Chairman Peyote @ 3:18 PM