Watching a
Wong Jing film is almost like gambling. You’ll either turn up something great and feel like a winner, or end up with a hand of crap like
City Hunter.
Chingmy and
Joey are as beautiful and talented as always, and
Jackie, a Private Investigator with his own theme tune, is his usual kinetic self, but the shit-fest, slap stick (shit-stick?) comedy had me cringing every few minutes. It’s packed with interesting characters but they’re watered down into comedy clichés that'll leave anyone over the age of five feeling short-changed.
1½ hadoukens that didn't hit out of 5
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That cover makes it look like a cheap softcore porn that you rented on VHS back in the day.
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