Movies of the Year: 2010 (Part One)

Continuing an annual tradition, here are the Top 100 movies I saw for the first time in 2010. I’ve written about all of these here in movie roundups throughout the year. Ineligible are many great movies from the last few years, basically it only includes movies older than The Romance of Astrea and Celadon, which would surely have made the list otherwise.


1. The Docks of New York


2. Japanese Girls at the Harbor


3. Make Way for Tomorrow


4. The Green Ray


5. Dragon Inn

6. My Night at Maud’s
7. The Scarlet Empress
8. Intolerance
9. There’s Always Tomorrow
10. Murder By Contract

11. Petulia
12. Los Angeles Plays Itself
13. PTU
14. Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown
15. Claire’s Knee

16. Hallelujah, I’m a Bum
17. Scarlet Street
18. Under the Roofs of Paris
19. The Puppetmaster (1993)
20. To Live and Die in LA

21. Walkabout
22. I Love Melvin
23. Remember the Night
24. Dodsworth
25. Crippled Avengers
26. No Greater Glory
27. Pandora and the Flying Dutchman
28. The Blue Angel
29. It Should Happen To You
30. Exiled

31. Curse of the Cat People
32. Assault on Precinct 13
33. True Heart Susie
34. The Big Parade
36. La Collectioneuse
37. Heaven Can Wait (1943)
38. Underworld
39. The Phenix City Story
40. Les Vampires

41. The Lineup
42. Fucking Åmål
43. Moonrise
44. Private Fears in Public Places
45. Design for Living
45. Matinee
46. Orphans of the Storm
47. Senso
48. The Last Command
49. Bigger than Life
50. Where the Sidewalk Ends

51. The Lusty Men
52. White Dog
53. The Bakery Girl of Monceau
54. 8 Diagram Pole Fighter
55. Night and the City
56. Man Hunt
57. Give a Girl a Break
58. Scandal Sheet
59. St. Martin’s Lane
60. The Friends of Eddie Coyle

61. The Big Clock
62. Suspiria
63. Le cercle rouge
64. Close-Up
65. China Girl
66. Looney Tunes: Back in Action
67. Lifeline
68. It’s a Gift
69. L’Argent
70. Love Me Tonight

71. Artists and Models
72. The Bitter Tea of General Yen
73. The Story of a Cheat
74. Tarzan, the Ape Man
75. What Price Hollywood?
76. Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?
77. The Power of Kangwon Province
78. The Shopworn Angel
79. Dirty Harry
80. Party Girl (1958)

81. Ecstasy
82. Eyes Without a Face
83. The Navigator
84. Brothers Five
85. It’s A Wonderful World
86. The Front Page
87. Safety Last!
88. Way Down East
89. The Secret Beyond the Door
90. Woman in the Window

91. Dark Journey
92. October
93. The Invisible Man
94. Fixed Bayonets!
95. Barbary Coast
96. The Spirit of the Beehive
97. The Sniper
98. The Black Swan
99. Horror of Dracula
100. Mission to Moscow

Movie Roundup: New Year’s Eve Eve Edition

True Grit – The Coen Brothers remake of the classic Henry Hathaway film that earned John Wayne his only Best Actor Oscar is the kind of seemingly effortless filmmaking great directors make when they’re on a roll.  Not a peak-level masterpiece, but a very good film; Barry Bonds in 2000 rather than Bonds 2001.  Jeff Bridges plays a one-eyed US Marshal hired by a precocious 14 year old girl (a verbally advanced performance from Hailee Steinfeld) to track down her father’s killer.  Intermittently joining them on the hunt is Matt Damon as a Texas Ranger named LeBoeuf (pronounced “LeBeef”).  The Coens found a kindred spirit in their love of bizarre English dialects in the highly stylized circumlocutions of the original novel, language that was, as I recall, largely normalized in the first film version.  It’s the only film this year that loves language more than The Social Network. The result is easily the Coen’s funniest film since The Big Lebowski, leavened with the brand of existentialism, grounded in the apparent randomness and arbitrariness of justice in the universe, that so strongly characterized their good films of the last decade.  It also might be their most beautiful film to date, starting with a stunner of an opening shot, a golden light in a blizzard that could have come out of a classic children’s book.  What really makes the film special, though, is the final 15 minutes or so, with a midnight ride strongly reminiscent of the river sequence in Night of the Hunter (it uses what appears to me to be rear projection to add a sense of fairy tale delirium) that cements its position as the year’s best evocation of the Old, Weird America, edging out the more prosaic, and much less fun, Winter’s Bone.  On first viewing, I’m not sure how well it all flows together, it seemed more disjointed that it probably should in the transition from the town to the journey and then the disintegration and reintegration of the group.  But I can’t wait to see it again.

Mother – In a plot eerily similar, and yet totally different, from Lee Chang-dong’s 2010 film Poetry, Kim Hye-ja sees her developmentally disabled son accused of murdering a young girl.  Initially she pleads for help from the police, former customers (she’s an unlicensed acupuncturist), and an arrogant attorney, even the victim’s family, each time adopting a submissive tone of voice and humble mannerisms, straightening and saddening every time she gets shot down.  Eventually, with some advice and help from one of her son’s friends, she takes it upon herself to investigate the crime and find the real killer.  Her actions once she does are what limit this to being merely a clever genre exercise with a cynical, rather depressing view of the world.  It’s as funny, at least in the beginning, as director Bong Joon-ho’s last film, the very fine monster movie The Host, but it leaves you cold.  Poetry, on the other hand, has a much more expansive and tragic view of life and its characters, a real affection for them that Bong’s more narrow film doesn’t allow.  Or at least, in the film’s final scenes, our sympathy with the Mother either feels forced at best and satirical at worst.  The #33 film of 2009.

Genius Within: The Inner Life of Glenn Gould – I can’t imagine a less exciting documentary about such a fascinating musician.  Like most of the worst examples of its genre, it puts the focus on the artist’s personal life (which is exceptionally dull, even for a Canadian) instead of their work, which is the reason we want to see a documentary about him anyway (for a much better example of how to make a classical music doc, see In Search of Beethoven, from a couple of years ago).  Aside from a few sparse scenes with one of Gould’s conservatory classmates, wherein she demonstrates the radically different approaches Gould took to various pieces of music, there’s almost no discussion of the actual music he created.  Worse than that, we get no real context to place Gould within his era, either of post-war classical music, or the wider culture of the 50s and 60s.  The best we get on that end are overblown claims of Gould’s importance in recording music in a studio in the 1970s, as if he invented the idea of splicing different takes together.  The best parts of the movie are archival interviews with Gould, where he is articulate, funny, and a bit kooky, though he never seems as weird as the various talking heads seem to think he was.  Maybe that’s a genre thing, or considering that the only popular musician mentioned in the film is Petula Clark, maybe the filmmakers really just don’t have any idea of what was going on in pop culture in Gould’s time.  The #59 film of 2009.

Movie Roundup: New Year’s Eve Eve Eve Edition

The Ghost Writer – A paranoid conspiracy thriller from Roman Polanski that has good performances and great atmosphere and not a whole lot else.  Ewan MacGregor is hired to ghost write the memoirs of former Prime Minister Pierce Brosnan.  Brosnan’s being charged with war crimes for helping the US government extraordinarily rend Iraq War prisoners to be tortured, but there may be a bigger secret hidden within the memoirs that cost the last ghost writer his life.  The plot, and the politics, are by far the least interesting things about the film, which is better experienced as a sequence of moods created through images and music.  In fact, I bet I would have liked the whole thing better if it was dubbed into some language I don’t speak.

The Good The Bad The Weird – An affectionate homage to the Spaghetti Western and the first film I’ve seen from director Kim Ji-woon.  Set in Manchuria in the 1940s, the titular guys are all after a treasure map while trying to avoid the police, rival gangs of criminals and the Japanese army.  The Good is a bounty hunter, The Bad is a badass hired killer and The Weird is a comical thief.  The film rollicks from massive action set-piece to massive action set-piece, rarely letting up for anything as boring as character development or plot complication.  Fortunately, the action sequences are wonderfully done.  Kim’s camera moves constantly, but never distractingly, and he maintains the integrity of his spaces better than most Hollywood action directors can manage.  It’s a tremendously entertaining film, if not as audacious a take on the genre as Wisit Sasanatieng’s Tears of the Black Tiger.  The #20 film of 2008.

The Art of the Steal – A rich guy named Barnes amassed a massive collection of post-Impressionist and early modern art and hated museums and rich people.  He built is own museum/school to house the art, and displayed it in fascinatingly incongruous ways (to create aesthetic context for the art, rather than simply chronologically by artist and movement, like most museums).  When he died, he insisted that his art, valued in the billions of dollars, never be sold, or loaned or moved, especially not to the rich swells of Philadelphia society.  So, for the next 50 years, the rich swells did everything they could think of to steal the art, and finally succeeded, under the guise of “saving” the art from Barnes’s now fiscally-troubled foundation.  It’s a great and depressing story, more so because something not entirely dissimilar is currently happening to my movie theatre (don’t ask).  But as a documentary film, it really isn’t anything special.  The #40 film of 2009.

The Beaches of Agnes – More cinematically interesting is Agnes Varda’s autobiographical documentary.  Narratively it’s pretty straightforward, covering her childhood, education, encounters with the New Wave, relationship with fellow director Jacques Demy and various of her films.  Visually, it’s something else, suffused with arty mirrors and pretty beaches and recreations of events from her life (sometimes using her films, sometimes not) and brilliant colors and Varda herself walking backwards as she reminisces about her past.  Chris Marker even shows up as an animated cat.  It’s all quite lovely.  I kinda want her to be my grandma.  The #24 film of 2008.

Sweetgrass – This is the third time I’ve seen a sheep give birth on film in the last 16 months and I’ve really had enough.  Yes, the miracle of life is gross.  Enough!  Much like Way of Nature, a Swedish doc I saw at the Vancouver Film Festival last year, this is about a year in the life of a sheep farm.  And the first half or so of this one is much the same as that one (which was alright, but not really all that interesting).  In the second half of this one, though, a pair of cowboys are left on a Montana mountainside to watch the herd graze for the summer.  One is a grizzled veteran, who mumbles to his horse and shoots wildly at shapes in the night that might be wolverines.  The other is younger, and may very well be the whiniest cowboy who ever herded sheep.  Apparently he’s shocked to discover that life on a mountain is hard.  The film’s high point is him, on a beautiful mountainside (the locations are absolutely stunning), sheep wandering in the distance, complaining to his mom on a cell phone about how hard his job is.  I see generations of men rolling over in their graves.  The film ends with a short statement that farmers aren’t allowed to graze their sheep on these public mountainsides anymore, but we aren’t told why.  Perhaps this new generation of cowboys is the reason.  The #42 film of 2009.

Movie Roundup: Neptune Discovery Edition

Black Swan – Edges out Susperia as the greatest ballet horror film ever made.  Natalie Portman, in perhaps her greatest performance to date, plays Nina Sayers, a repressed ballerina who gets cast as the two-sided lead in Swan Lake, but in order to play the uninhibited Black Swan part (the id to the lead White Swan’s virginal fragility) her director insists she learn to loosen up and get in touch with herself, literally.  Obsessed with achieving artistic perfection, she does her best.  And as her repression cracks, so does the rest of her mind, leading to hallucinations of both the scary and sexy variety, hysterical arguments with her overprotective mom and possible violent actions against Winona Ryder.  Everything we see is filtered through Nina’s damaged consciousness, which means we can never be sure whether what we’re seeing is real or not.  But this is balanced by director Darren Aronofsky’s resolute focus on the physical punishment of the ballet itself.  We get the ugly realism of mutilated toes and feet mixed with the campiness of Natalie Portman turning into a bird.  It’s a potent mix of near, but not quite over, the top psychodrama and realism.  Roman Polanski pulled off the same trick with Repulsion, but that film simply made me feel awful, while I loved this one.  It probably comes down to the fact that I’m convinced that in the end, Nina does pull off the transcendence she was after, and that made it all worthwhile.

Winter’s Bone – A melancholy noir from director Debra Granik about a poor Missouri teenager (Ree, played by Jennifer Lawrence) who attempts to hunt down her missing father before the cops seize her house, which he has used to post bail.  Ree normally spends her time taking care of her little brother and sister and their mom, who’s disabled in some way.  She lives in a run-down back country of pickup trucks and meth dealers, her environment is by far the most interesting thing in the film.  It isn’t a mystery so much as a study of the world Ree has to deal with, managed by scary women but ruled by even scarier men, that takes on a near-mythological abstraction and unreality as it moves along.  In the second half of the film, with the mystery slowly wound down to nothing, all we’re left with is the girl in the environment, which has few rays of light (literally, the bleak overcast grayness of the cinematography is beautiful).  She gets some help from her terrifying, but mostly decent uncle, played by Deadwood‘s John Hawkes, who is always great, but the only really helpful adult in the film is the local Army recruiter, who does his best to give her some hope.  Still, it’s not really a depressing film, it’s more resigned to struggle on in the face of a vast American sadness.

Black Dynamite – It may not sound like much to praise a film for being the movie that Pootie Tang probably wanted to be, but it’s either that, or it’s the missing third part of the glorious Grindhouse triple feature.  This playful sendup of 70s blaxploitation films is ridiculous, silly and more fun that it has any right to be.  I swear I was completely sober when I watched it, and it was hilarious.  Michael Jai White plays the titular hero, an ex-CIA agent who unretires to avenge the murder of his brother at the hand of gangsters, in a conspiracy involving drugs, orphanages, malt liquor, the fiendish Dr. Wu, master of Kung Fu Island and the Nixon White House.  The #23 film of 2009.

Casino Jack and the United States of Money – A solid lefty documentary by Alex Gibney about Jack Abramoff and the scandal that is the American lobbying and campaign finance system.  The most interesting thing about it are the early scenes of Abramoff in the College Republicans in the early 80s, where he palled around with Ralph Reed (the weasel best known for running the Christian Coalition), Grover Norquist (the libertarian who pioneered cutting taxes as a means of making government inoperable) and, hovering in the background, Karl Rove, the Dark Lord himself.  Abramoff uncovered new and sleazy ways of laundering money to political groups (most egregiously by bilking Indian casinos and sending the money to right-wing, ostensibly Christian (and anti-gambling) groups.  He also produced the Dolph Lundgren classic Red Scorpion, clips of which prove that even Jack Abramoff managed to do some good for the world.

Valhalla Rising – Mads Mikkelson stars as an enslaved, one-eyed Viking who escapes his Scottish tormentors (they tie him to a pole and watch him fight other men, apparently for entertainment, though he always wins in the most gruesome fashion) and, helped by a young boy, joins a group of Christians headed for the Crusades.  Their ship gets lost in a fog, however, and they eventually end up in North America, with disastrous consequences.  It stylistically lies somewhere between Dead Man and Aguirre, the Wrath of God, though it’s far more brutal and bloody than either of those two masterpieces, or pretty much any other movie you’re likely to see.  Director Nicolas Winding Refn, whose last film Bronson, which I haven’t seen yet, is supposed to be pretty good, drains every inch of hope out of the film, and the result is, I’m sure, very similar to what the world must have looked like to a psychotic, one-eyed Viking.  It’s a unique and powerful film, with a really beautiful darkness to its images, but I don’t think it’s a place I’d ever want to go to again.  The #37 film of 2009.

Movie Roundup: Boxing Day Edition

Exit Through the Gift Shop – A weird French guy living in LA decides he likes filming street artists, so he follows a bunch of them around for years, progressing from his cousin, who puts Space Invaders on things, to Shepard Fairey, who did the famous Obama/Hope poster, to Banksy, the most successful street artist in the world.  After years of filming (and no editing), the French guy dumps all his footage on Banksy and decides to become an artist in his own right.  He spends the next few months creating a whole lot of really bad art and promoting the hell out of himself and his upcoming show.  It opens amidst organizational chaos and is a huge hit.  Bansky himself directed this film, ostensibly a documentary, but who knows how much is real?  It doesn’t really matter anyway.  The film is a hilarious nose-thumbing at the art industry, made by people who more or less can’t stand many of the people their work appeals to.  It’s an assertion of outsiderness from the wildly successful.  It’d be irritating if it wasn’t for the fact that these superstar artists seem to be just as bewildered by popular taste, how they themselves went from the underground to being world famous, as the rest of us are.  They clearly have ideas of what makes quality street art, but the Frenchman’s success decouples their own success from their own belief in their work’s quality (and if everything about the Frenchman is a hoax, what are they then implying about the quality of their own work, which is even more popular?)  Beyond all that, the footage of the artists themselves at work is fascinating: sneaking around in the middle of the night posting giant abstract images of Andre the Giant, using industrial equipment to reshape a phone booth (and then filming the reactions of passersby), covert operations in Disneyland.  No film has ever been more in love with art, and the creation of art, for its own sake.

Double Take – A not entirely annoyingly arty documentary that examines the psyche of late-50s early 60s America through the consciousness of Alfred Hitchcock and a conversation between the 1962 Hitch and his double from 1980.  It intersperses a lot of footage from his TV series (which is easily the best part of the film: Hitchcock was hilarious), documentary interviews with a Hitchcock impersonator, footage of the Nixon-Kruschev “Kitchen Debates” and a series of coffee commercials and the whole thing is inspired by a Jorge Luis Borges story (which I haven’t read yet).  It sounds crazy, but it actually all makes sense as you watch it, which is of course, what making this kind of film is all about.  Rather than make a narrative argument about the culture of the time, it makes an emotional one: you feel the confusion and paranoia of a turning point in world history better than you could ever rationally understand it.  It maybe it makes complete rational sense and I just didn’t get it.  Either way, it’s a pretty good film.  The #38 film of 2009.

Centurion – A rock-solid, more or less historically-based action film starring Michael Fassbender as a Roman soldier in Northern Britain, the lone survivor of a Pict assault who escapes only to join a larger expedition against the savages that also gets slaughtered, Last of the Mohicans-style.  He and a handful of others (including the guy who played Mickey on Doctor Who) go after the Picts to rescue their captured general (Jimmy McNulty).  What follows is an epic chase as the Romans are hunted by a tongueless psychotic woman who holds a real grudge (think Magua, again from Last of the Mohicans).  As well as being a beautifully shot and competently edited action film (which is a rare enough thing these days, director Neil Marshall deserves a lot of credit, I really should see his horror film The Descent) the film also has at least something going for it thematically.  At first, you get the sense that the filmmakers are trying to comment on Iraq or Afghanistan (imperial over-extension and whatnot), but sure enough, as the film goes on it proves to be not so much about the current wars as it is about every war, and every war movie.  A tribute to one and critique of the other, and/or vice versa.  In the end, it makes the most profound statement of all: rather than fighting, wouldn’t we all be better off living in a hut with Imogen Poots?

The Exploding Girl – A nice little indie character study of an epileptic young woman (played by Zoe Kazan) and her best friend Al (which is a weird name for a guy these days, isn’t it?), at home in the hipsterest parts of Brooklyn for spring break.  Kazan has a boyfriend who doesn’t seem all that interested in her, and she and Al clearly dig each other, but they’re too shy or too scared or too something to do anything about it.  It very sweet, and lovely to look at.  It reminded me more than anything of Shunji Iwai’s April Story, which I really love.  It isn’t that good, but it’s also a bit more jaded (though to be fair, everything is).  The #27 film of 2009.

Looking for Eric – This is about the last thing I expected from a Ken Loach film, but since I only know his non-The Wind that Shakes the Barley work by reputation, I can’t say if its a real departure for him.  What I can say is it’s one of the best heartwarming films I’ve seen in quite awhile.  Steve Evets plays a postal worker who’s depressed about having to see his ex-wife every week (they’re watching their granddaughter while their daughter studies) and has no control over his hoodlum stepchildren, one of whom is in deep with a local gangster.  So, under the influence of his kids’ pot, he has visions of former Manchester United star Eric Cantona (playing himself) who teaches him valuable life lessons.  Imagine the scenes of Elvis advising Clarence in True Romance, but in a social realist comedy/drama about working class Mancunians.  Cantona is hilarious, a constant stream of bizarre aphorisms that make just enough sense, and Evets’s transformation from sad sack to stand-up guy (abetted just as much by his loving group of coworkers and fellow United fans as the phantom footballer) is as wonderful as it is believable.  The #22 film of 2009.

Movie Roundup: Festivus 2010 Edition

127 Hours – James Franco stars as one of those Gatorade-drinking thrill seekers that devote their lives to making the rest of us feel lazy who one day gets his arm pinned under a rock and has to endure the title amount of time until he manages the necessary amount of willpower, dehydration and desperation to saw his own arm off and escape.  Danny Boyle throws as much visual noise into the story as he can, making possibly his most frenetic movie since The Beach, which, perhaps coincidentally, was also about an adventurous young man being trapped by his environment.  Stuck as he is in one location, Boyle keeps the focus relentlessly on Franco, who gives what is easily his best performance, equal parts intense determination (his character is an engineer in his non-free (ahem) time), wild-eyed joie de vivre and, at the film’s spiritual climax, real acceptance and understanding.  The movie’s essentially a hyper-caffeinated The Diving Bell & the Butterfly.  It walks a perilous line thematically, as it’s about an amazing individual achievement by one man that spiritually depends upon his coming to understand that he needs other people in his life.  It’s about the paradox that while we humans are capable of doing wonderful, terrible things, we’re probably better off in groups, or at least always leaving a note.

Lifeline – Director Johnnie To’s breakthrough film, one that marked his leap from entertaining genre movies like The Heroic Trio to top-flight action films.  It’s billed as a Hong Kong version of Backdraft, but it’s much better than that movie.  Following a group of characters in and around a HK firehouse, the film alternates intense scenes of firefighters at work with various melodramatic problems in their outside lives.  With 40 minutes or so left in the film, though, those various problems get resolved (we don’t care all that much about any of them anyway) and To gives us an extended, complex and very intense climax wherein the fighters have to rescue people, and their fellow firefighters, from a fire in a massive factory filled with all kinds of nasty chemicals and only two doors(!).  So basically, the film has the exact same structure as John Woo’s Hard Boiled, the greatest action film of all-time.  And while this one doesn’t have Chow Yun-fat or Tony Leung (though Simon Yam is pretty great in his own right) or Woo’s metaphysical dualities (To is never metaphysical, at least not on purpose), it does have Ruby Wong diving into a hole in the middle of a monsoon and pulling an abandoned infant out of a collapsing mud pile.  And that’s something.  The #12 film of 1997.

The Power of Kangwon Province – I think Hong Sangsoo gets better with every film he directs, so it was with some trepidation I watched this, his second feature.  Most of the familiar things I love about Hong’s films are already in place: a dual structure wherein the second half varies the events and deepens the themes of the first, a sly, off-hand sense of humor that deflates his largely egotistical and self-involved characters, and a real appreciation for the joys of vacation and binge-drinking.  The first part of the film centers on a trio of girls who spend a few days in Kangwon, visiting the local sights.  One of them (Jisook) flirts with a married local cop and eventually spends the night with him.  In the second half, we meet a university professor, married and currently unemployed who goes to Kangwon on vacation with a friend.  Turns out they’re there around the same time as the earlier girls, and though they don’t meet in Kangwon, they are otherwise connected.  Though there are some moments of that trademark Hong humor here, it might be his most oppressively depressing film.  His later works manage to explore similarly dark territory in the relations between men and women, but they’re more leavened with self-deprecating humor and moments of absurdity.  It’s still a very good film, and I might even prefer it to one later Hong film (Woman is the Future of Man, which I need to see again), but lately he’s operating on a much higher level.  The #14 film of 1998.

The Romance of Astrea and Celadon – Eric Rohmer’s death 11 months ago was a catalyst for me to finally watch some of his films, and I’ve loved every one of the eight I’ve seen so far.  This was his last movie, set in fifth century Gaul and about a community of Druidic shepherds slowly Christianizing.  Astrea loves Celadon, but his parents don’t approve of her, so she has him flirt with another girl, then gets horribly jealous when he does.  She bans him from her presence and he jumps in the river.  He survives, meets some nymphs (one of whom also falls in love with him), lives in a hut for awhile, dresses as a woman and builds a shrine, which is explained to a group of pilgrims in terms surprisingly like the Catholicism of My Night at Maud’s.  You wouldn’t think that the Rohmerian tradition of lengthy conversations about morality and sexuality would translate well to fifth century Gaul, but it does.  It’s the lightest, prettiest Rohmer I’ve seen.  It floats.  The #5 film of 2007.

Disciples of the 36th Chamber – A bizarre melding of the Fong Sai Yuk story into Lau Kar-leung’s 36th Chamber of Shaolin mythology, and one that doesn’t entirely work.  It’s weird, in that traditionally, Fong’s mother (who taught him kung fu) is the daughter of one of the Five Elders of Shaolin, who survived the destruction of the Temple by the Qing.  So when young Fong, here played by Hsiao Ho, is sent to the Temple to train (and learn some humility), things get a bit confused.  And yes, I’m aware of the ridiculousness of complaining about accuracy in a genre where people can routinely leap 30 feet in the air and knock over 20 armed men with a wave of their palm, but what can I say?  I am what I am.  Anyway, Gordon Liu’s San Te, the master of the 36th Chamber, does his best to teach Fong to mellow out, but fails.  And when Fong unwittingly (literally, the guy is really dumb) becomes a pawn in a Qing scheme, the Shaolin monks must come to the rescue in the expected spectacular extended fight sequence.  It’s a perfectly good film, but it feels more like Lau is just going through the motions at this point.  The slapstick comedy isn’t at the genius level of Stephen Chow, or even Wong Jing (part of that has to do with Hsiao Ho, who just isn’t that compelling a presence) and the action isn’t really anything we haven’t seen before, and better, from Lau and Liu.  The #13 film of 1985.

Shaolin Mantis – A much better Lau Kar-leung film is this one starring David Chiang.  He plays a spy sent by the Manchus to infiltrate a powerful anti-Qing family, failure will result in his parents’ execution.  Despite the family’s misgivings, he manages to marry their daughter, under the condition that he never leave their compound.  But eventually, he and his wife try to leave, and must combat the rest of the family, in turn, in their various styles.  Chiang fails initially, goes a little crazy, and invents a new style of kung fu by imitating a praying mantis.  With his new skills, he returns to the family to exact his bloody revenge.  The setup for the film is a bit tiresome, but once the fights begin, the film takes off.  Chiang isn’t as intense or virtuosic a performer as Lau’s adopted brother and frequent star Gordon Liu, and he shows less of his natural charm here than in his films for Chang Cheh earlier in the decade, but he’s still my second favorite Shaw Brothers star of the 70s.  The #12 film of 1978.