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Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Three Shaw Brothers Wuxia Make A Post

The Silver Fox aka 玉面飛狐 (1968): You can read many, if not most, wuxia as tales of family tragedy, and there’s little more tragic than a Dad who dresses up like a Chinese Phantom of the Opera while mourning your lost Mum and training you as his budding supervillain assistant. Despite this, our heroine Ching Ching aka Silver Fox (Lily Ho Li-Li) does appear to prefer roguish tricksterdom to more po-faced vengeance (until the climax, of course), which leads to a number of delightful scenes of Ho crossdressing as her own, imaginary brother, complex poison and antidote schemes, and many a moment of her and her romantic angle/theoretical enemy flirting by attempting to outwit one another. All of which does make a curious contrast to the more Gothic trappings of the film’s final act, but certainly doesn’t make those any less fun.

The only minor let-down is that director Hsu Tseng-Hung isn’t quite as fun a director as his material deserves.

Village of Tigers aka 惡虎村 (1971): Speaking of not quite as fun, for large parts of its running time this Yueh Hua (who is Elliott Ngok?)/Shu Pei-Pei vehicle about a bland attempt at framing an honourable martial artist for murder as directed by Griffin Yueh Feng and Wong Ping is about the most middle of the road wuxia film imaginable. There’s nothing exactly wrong with the movie: Yueh Hua is as always perfectly serviceable, Shu Pei-Pei convinces in a rare action role, and everybody involved is an experienced professional who was made this sort of film well for a decade or two. The choreography is fine, as well. Yet there’s also very little that’s actually interesting, or weird, or truly fun, or truly involving.

Until, that is, the climax arrives, and things turn into an actual battle between two opposing martial artist forces that’s so great, it seems to come from a totally different movie.

Dragon Swamp aka 毒龍潭 (1969): And with this Lo Wei movie, we’re with the wuxia at its most fantasy-adjacent, full of things like giant lizards, rubber masks that can literally make Cheng Pei-Pei look like Tung Li, green-glowing swords and the kind of complex worldbuilding that suggests you’ve somehow stumbled into the third novel of ten of a generation-spanning fantasy epic. Once the confusion settles, enjoyment can’t help but set in at the mix of increasingly imaginative fights, high emotional stakes and pure imagination. Further attractions are Cheng Pei-Pei in a double role at three different ages, Yueh Hua (him again) being very upright, and Lo Lieh in one of his not completely evil villain roles – which I always prefer to his total bastards, as much as I enjoy those.

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

Hell Has No Boundary (1982)

Original title: 魔界

On a camping trip with her brother Cheung (Derek Yee Tung-Sing), Hongkong cop May Wong (Leanne Lau Suet-Wah) has a curious nightly encounter with a mysterious voice, a wind so strong it literally blows her away and green lights. After that incident, the formerly mild-mannered woman changes her behaviour rather quickly: she not only begins to act a lot more confidently than before the encounter but also displays a reckless, cruel and somewhat murderous streak. To wit, she nearly drowns a little boy she believes has stolen a can of coke from her and her brother (a reaction that’ll actually make sense as something apart from its obvious wrongness once we’ve learned the backstory), and is only held back from it by Cheung. Why, you might think May’s possessed by an evil spirit of some sort.

Curious deaths and accidents begin happening around May too. For example, the two female colleagues (going by the most excellent monikers of “Lady Killer” and “Bad Sis”, suggesting how much trust the loving public will have towards them in the wilds) who are competing against her for a sergeant position and are right mobbing bullies about it have a bit of a fall with an elevator; a blind soothsayer specializing in the interpretation of his clients’ bone structures first regains his sight and then grows mad and falls down a flight of stairs while trying to kill his wife.

Her new self and the concurrent reckless behaviour do displease May’s direct superior, Inspector Wong (Yueh Hua), before the change her greatest non-sleazoid fan on the force, so much he’s now trying to block her promotion. Alas, an imaginary Doberman and a just as imaginary snake get in the way of that, as does May’s ability to magically change a written recommendation. On the plus side, Wong doesn’t die from the attack but only has a bit of a minor breakdown that hardly sets him back for more than a day.

Wong also has an aunt, one Madame Chi (Teresa Ha Ping), well-versed in the ways of exorcism and the lore of spirit possession. Madame Chi’s certainly trying to get rid of the troublesome ghost, though it might eventually fall on Cheung and the photographer Koo (Kent Tong Chun-Yip) – who photographed something very strange concerning May and gets a bit obsessed by the whole plot – to solve the spirit trouble.

And at this point, we’re barely halfway through Richard Yueng Kuen’s pretty fantastic Shaw Brothers horror film Hell Has No Boundaries, with a flashback that discloses a pretty horrible back story to the possessing spirit as well as the reason for its killing spree, and many scenes of increasingly heated weirdness still to come.

As you’ll probably know when you’re reading this, at this late point in the history of the Shaw Brothers, sinking commercial success had found the company replacing its typical visual house style of the previous decades with whatever seemed to have potential commercially. Films like Hell do certainly still stand visually in the tradition of the ripped from the headlines exploitation fare that was part of the Shaw Brothers’ output in the 70s, but there’s a very early 80s kind of modernism to Kuen’s approach to the form, as seen in much quicker editing and a direction style that usually seems to go for mix of the documentary and semi-naturalist intensity. Which stands in marked and highly effective contrast to all the wonderfully artificial green lighting, dry ice fog and general peculiarity of the supernatural sequences, and provides Hell with a wonderfully strange mood all of its own, contrasting the strange and the quotidian very well indeed.

Though – and this is certainly not atypical for the way horror throughout various countries in Asia does this in general – most characters here do have at least one foot in a very matter-of-fact approach to the supernatural that treats it as very real indeed. So it is not at all strange for the world of the film that a down to Earth cop like Cheung takes his sister to a bone-reading soothsayer when she’s acting weirdly, or that an Inspector’s aunt just happens to be in the exorcism business. Which sort of grounds the strangeness here in practical reality.

I say “sort of” because the supernatural parts of the film become increasingly insane, the possessed May apparently having a particular fondness of building very complicated murder illusions, including Wong’s ultra-sleazy boss (not surprisingly played by Lo Yuen) getting castrated by a crustacean and then telekinetically wrapped up in blue toilet paper like a very sad mummy, or a fake visit to the very green land of the dead (a place of the ickiest culinary habits) for Koo. Also in the film are an incredible sequence in which a character has MacGyver-ed his car into an exorcism trap, an awesome remote duel between Madame Chi and May, and a pretty incredible doppelganger sequence. The film’s set-pieces certainly never become boring.

There are obviously some rather exploitative elements involved in the film, as well, but Kuen, particularly when you keep in mind that this is the director who also brought us the somewhat infamous Seeding of a Ghost, mostly films the truly nasty (unlike the fun nasty) stuff with a certain distance. So he’s not wallowing in the exploitative possibilities of a backstory that involves the Japanese occupation of Manchuria, a sold little girl, murder, a horrific smuggling operation and cannibalism, but looking at it with a colder eye I wouldn’t exactly call “classy” but certainly more dignified than you’d expect.

The grimness of the backstory – as well as an ending as 70s downer as any film from the 80s had – does stand in marked contrast to the general sense of fun Hell Has No Boundary’s set pieces display, but they’re not overwhelming the film, nor does the fun horror most of the movie is involved in ever seem to be making light of the exploitation version of seriousness of the backstory, leaving this a very fun example of Hong Kong horror indeed. Unless you’re the actor having to eat maggots, of course.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The Twelve Gold Medallions (1970)

The Chinese Empire is under attack by the Tartars. While heroic general Yue slowly takes the lost territory back piece by piece, the traitorous prime minister plans on selling out to the invaders. Yue's success is a problem for his plans, so he acquires a royal order that will call Yue back from the front and leave the way open for his newly made allies. To make sure the order really arrives, the minister orders it engraved on twelve gold medallions, each of which will be transported to the frontline by a martial arts expert of great talent and dubious morality.

There's more than one patriotic fighter who wants to prevent the order's delivery. Especially effective in getting rid of the mercenaries is Miao Lung (Yueh Huah), a former student of the sword style of Jin Yang Tan (Cheng Miu). Little does he suspect that his master has heard the siren song of power and influence and has just been awarded the leadership of the martial arts school whose main reason for existence is the delivery of the medallions.

As soon as he learns this, Miao Lung's sense of duty and honor compels him to break up his engagement to Jin Yang Tan's daughter Jin Suo (Chin Ping). Her father uses the opportunity to convince the girl that Miao Lung has fallen in love with another woman.

Both men don't know that Jin Suo herself has also gotten into the medallion interception business.

If you think this should be enough complications for one film, you probably haven't seen many wuxias. The film finds time - without breaking a sweat, I must add - to also concern itself with the destiny of many other honorable and dishonorable fighters, betrayal and tragedies and even with a little comic relief.

But it is doubtful that the story will end in laughter and not in blood and tears.

Cheng Kang may not be as well known a Shaw Brothers director as Chor Yuen or Chang Cheh, but this doesn't make his films necessarily less interesting or less individual efforts.

The Twelve Gold Medallions for example is a film that tries to re-invent the classic wuxia formula in a way very different from Chor Yuen. Where Chor opts for conscious artificiality and stylization, Cheng uses a more naturalistic approach with as much location shooting as possible and stages that are (quite effectively) filmed to look as natural as possible.

The fight choreography is in part done by Sammo Hung and has a certain grittiness even in its more wacky moments. Most of the fights are relatively short, but bloody and intense. The high amount of different fighters helps to keep each battle unique, while Cheng's dynamic and fast camera work adds a further dimension of intensity to the proceedings.

The action is of course not all that's important in a wuxia. The Twelve Gold Medallions is not stingy with its melodrama and entwines it nicely with the action. Where weaker genre entries too often keep the emotionally tense moments and the action divorced from each other, here the melodrama lends additional tension to the action and is used to up the stakes so that more interesting things than the fate of a nation are in the center of the movie.

Acting and production values are as good as one can expect from a Shaw Brothers film. I must say I would have preferred less hissy fits by Jin Suo, whose childish behavior is unfortunately not untypical for women in films like this, but if it says something very positive about a film when that's the worst criticism I can come up with.