Tuesday, September 01, 2020

Mr. Nice Guy

I spent part of last weekend with Alex, and in response to last week's hypothetical, he picked Russell Crowe to flush down the memory hole, same as Kelvin. Although he started to have second thoughts after I reminded him of Virtuosity.

More importantly, we watched more Jackie Chan movies! Amazon Prime doesn't have either of the first two Police Storys, so we went a different route. Jackie playing Jackie, a popular TV chef in Australia. He happens to help protect a reporter who has a videotape of a big crime boss trying to buy back his cocaine from the gang that stole it. Naturally, the buy back devolved into violence, especially since the Demons really like hand grenades. I mean, a lot. Everyone in the gang seems to be carrying at least one grenade at all times.

So Jackie's hunted by both groups, since neither of them want that tape getting out. His girlfriend just flew in to visit, and she in unprepared for all this. "This" meaning both the constant attacks by gangs of men in either suits or torn leather outfits, and the other women hanging around Jackie.

As usual, the movie is less about the story, and the various sequences and set pieces where Jackie Chan shows off. The early extended chase where he's squeezing between fence posts and trying to escape via oversized gorilla balloon in the middle of a mass biker wedding. The "fight" against Giancarlo, where Jackie's arms and legs are restrained. The fight inside the Demons' van, where he at one point pulls the emergency brake while jumping in the air to mule kick the leader through the back doors and over another car behind them.

Honestly, when a guy does that, you should just give up. Like those scenes where Batman trashes an entire gang and the last guy just puts his gun down and surrenders. Nothing good is going to happen if you keep trying to fight that guy.

Although the funniest scene was Sammo Hung (who's also the director) as a poor bike courier who gets caught up in the middle of the whole thing with the van. Alex and I were dying laughing.

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