I watched The House of Flying Daggers on Tuesday night. Yet another in the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon genre of martial arts movies.
They are always beautifully shot, in stunning locations with amazing choreographed fight sequences. This was no exception. I enjoy watching them because of the eye candy. They just look gorgeous.
The flying thing has to stop though. People do not fly. It doesn’t matter how well trained you are in the art of ninjaness, you will not be able to leap from the ground to a rooftop in one bound. You will also not be able to have a sword fight while balanced high in the forest canopy on a willowy branch. We cannot run on water, we cannot throw daggers at tiny targets with pinpoint accuracy while blindfolded. We cannot fire four arrows in rapid succession and kill four fast moving ninjas from 300 yards.
At least in The Matrix there was a reason why people had these superhuman abilities.
I know, I know, it’s just a movie.
Have you watched Superman, or other superhero movies where people fly? In the orient, those martial arts movies like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon are the equivalent of our comic book superheroes.
The end was dumb. In the end, you just wanted someone to stay dead.
“Stay dead already! No, Don’t get up, you’re dead! Damn it, won’t anyone die in this movie?”
That’s why I stick to fine films like Kung Fu Hustle where flying is the least of the nonsensical activities.
Dead people stay dead in Kung Fu Hustle…even if they were hard to kill.
I wanted to go with friends as the Axe Gang to a Halloween party, but all the girls wanted to be sexy kitty cats or sexy vampires or sexy cowgirls or some lame crap like that. I couldn’t even get anyone to go with me as the pillagers from the Capital One ads (do you have them there?)
So I went as a sumo wrestler which worked out ok until I tried to play poker and couldn’t see over my inflatable belly.
You should’ve tried to sell it as the Sexy Axe Gang, sounds like they might’ve bought that.