Kung Fu Hustle Reviews
Chow, perhaps the first action star and filmmaker to be as influenced by classic cartoons as by the karate-chop balletics of human movement, directs like a gonzo fusion of Tarantino and Tex Avery.
When I saw it at Sundance, I wrote that it was 'like Jackie Chan and Buster Keaton meet Quentin Tarantino and Bugs Bunny.' You see how worked up you can get, watching a movie like this.
Lingering on such details is a new development for Chow, recalling the style of another aspirant to global pop cinema, Sergio Leone. Given all the hyperbolic kung fu, it's easy to overlook such quietly observant grace notes.
Though I applaud kung-foolery and find Chow nimbly hilarious, Kung Fu Hustle's shotgun marriage of slapstick and brutality is unnerving in the make-'em-laugh, make-'em-gag manner of Quentin Tarantino.
Hatchet fu, shotgun fu, flowerpot fu, harp fu, cobra fu, disco fu, Zen fu, Kubrick fu, Road Runner fu, geezer fu, bullfrog fu. Kung Fu Hustle features every type of fu except deja fu.
So filled with crazy energy that it seems to leap off the screen, Kung Fu Hustle is the most wildly inventive, purely entertaining and cuckoo-cool flick to hit movie houses this year...