Another classic of Italian pod person horror, where every single character acts like they’re extradimensional beings wearing ill-fitting human suits. Not the most scintillating film, but the general weirdness, and Lara Wendels amusing German accent, were enough to get me through it.
“The stupid Chinese have fallen into the trap. Let them take the whole damn blame.”
Pretty bad most of the way through, feeling like a political thriller written by a ten year old. Features genuinely painful English dubbing for all of the shifty untrustworthy white devils, and a pretty terrible performance by Shu Qi, playing a Chinese woman named Tammy WHO JUST WON’T STOP FUCKING SCREAMING AND WHIMPERING! Saved only by the action scenes, all of which are really good, but then again, it’s late nineties Hong Kong action cinema with Ching Sui Tung behind the wheel, so how could it not be good?
Sad and mournful western, with a relaxed, unhurried pace and a tremendous hippy-ish folk soundtrack. Seems totally content to follow the characters around on their journey, until Chaco shows up, and everything goes to shit for them. But despite all of Chaco’s acts, it never descends into nihilism, with a lyrical section near the end set in an all-male mining town where the promise of new life seems to completely reinvigorate the formerly gruff and hostile townsmen. There’s also a…
I still kind of liked this as an American action movie that just so happened to star Jackie Chan. The actual fight aren’t really all that great, but Jackie still hits some fancy individual moves, like when he jumps of the wall and hits a spinning kick in the massage parlor. Danny Aiello is pretty fun as the incredibly obnoxious New Yorker who goes on a big nostalgia kick when he goes to Hong Kong, going to the aforementioned massage…