12-03-2010, 11:18 AM
A few weeks ago, the DM fam went to see Harry Potter and S & T notice the poster for this. They said it looked like the long lost brother of dm and steve yi (dm's last doom recruit who bailed after ED raped his eyes with Ichi the Killer). dm made some flippant comment that all Asian martial arts hunks with long hair look alike, a comment that the Mrs. scoffed at.
So last night DM & CF went to the screener. It was fun.
Be warned with this review - I love ninja flicks. WW is very comic book with tongue firmly planted in cheek, which allows me to forgive many plot transgressions. It has these garish super-imposed backdrops, which work well to accentuate the comic book quality. Jang Dong-Jun is the stoic awesome swordsman, a tad too stoic actually. Kate Bosworth is the cowboy gal set on vengeance, and the center point of the plot. It's really her story, but I was too distracted by her two-color eyes to notice if her performance was any good. Geoffrey Rush, who can do camp as in Pirates of the Caribbean, was sorely underused. Danny Huston has to wear a cowboy phantom-of-the-opera mask through most of it, but gets off a great last line. But the real star was Ti Lung, one of my favorite actors from the golden days of Shaw Brothers, the gentleman swordsman, now in his sixties and still swinging his sword. It was great to see him on screen again. In this way, WW was a lot like Ninja Assassin - a Korean pop star lead ninja goes rogue, has to fight a lot of other ninjas, has flashbacks to his traumatic childhood training, and there's a final duel with his master, played by a veteran of the genre. WW is NA crossed with Sergio Leone, right down to the Ennio Morricone homage soundtrack, with some Baby Cart from Hell/Lone Wolf and Cub tossed in for good measure.
The fights are stylish, relying on a lot of CGI and slo-mo, yet enjoyable. They are bloody, yet not as bloody as Baby Cart from Hell. I confess, they would have worked better for me if they were bloodier. It's more about the cinematography than the choreography.
On exiting the theater, a cute Asian girl came up to me. She said "Excuse me. Are you the master from the movie?" For that reason alone, I love this film. She was with her boyfriend, so I said "no" but then poached PPFY's brilliant Weird Al counterattack saying loudly to CF "I told you they'd recognize me here!" CF laughed and said that there were moments when Jang reminded him of DM. Dm retorted that he hoped she was referring to Jang as the master and not the 60+ Ti Lung. On the drive home, Dm thought he totally could have played Jang's role. He could have done that stoicism, done all of those fight sequences (with more panache even) and snogged Kate. Dm also thought he'd recant his comment about Ti Lung. He would be honored to be mistaken for one of his heroes.
So last night DM & CF went to the screener. It was fun.
Be warned with this review - I love ninja flicks. WW is very comic book with tongue firmly planted in cheek, which allows me to forgive many plot transgressions. It has these garish super-imposed backdrops, which work well to accentuate the comic book quality. Jang Dong-Jun is the stoic awesome swordsman, a tad too stoic actually. Kate Bosworth is the cowboy gal set on vengeance, and the center point of the plot. It's really her story, but I was too distracted by her two-color eyes to notice if her performance was any good. Geoffrey Rush, who can do camp as in Pirates of the Caribbean, was sorely underused. Danny Huston has to wear a cowboy phantom-of-the-opera mask through most of it, but gets off a great last line. But the real star was Ti Lung, one of my favorite actors from the golden days of Shaw Brothers, the gentleman swordsman, now in his sixties and still swinging his sword. It was great to see him on screen again. In this way, WW was a lot like Ninja Assassin - a Korean pop star lead ninja goes rogue, has to fight a lot of other ninjas, has flashbacks to his traumatic childhood training, and there's a final duel with his master, played by a veteran of the genre. WW is NA crossed with Sergio Leone, right down to the Ennio Morricone homage soundtrack, with some Baby Cart from Hell/Lone Wolf and Cub tossed in for good measure.
The fights are stylish, relying on a lot of CGI and slo-mo, yet enjoyable. They are bloody, yet not as bloody as Baby Cart from Hell. I confess, they would have worked better for me if they were bloodier. It's more about the cinematography than the choreography.
On exiting the theater, a cute Asian girl came up to me. She said "Excuse me. Are you the master from the movie?" For that reason alone, I love this film. She was with her boyfriend, so I said "no" but then poached PPFY's brilliant Weird Al counterattack saying loudly to CF "I told you they'd recognize me here!" CF laughed and said that there were moments when Jang reminded him of DM. Dm retorted that he hoped she was referring to Jang as the master and not the 60+ Ti Lung. On the drive home, Dm thought he totally could have played Jang's role. He could have done that stoicism, done all of those fight sequences (with more panache even) and snogged Kate. Dm also thought he'd recant his comment about Ti Lung. He would be honored to be mistaken for one of his heroes.
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