The Avenging Fist (2001)

Now we're playing with power, Nintendo Power!

Finding out that The Avenging Fist was originally supposed to be an adaptation of Tekken filled me with an indescribable joy. Naturally, it should have been a winner; I mean, it's Wong Jing doing an unofficial video game adaptation. Unfortunately, Future Cops, this is not. A convoluted homage to sci-fi classics, or at least one that tries to look like it, utilising extensive CGI and a production design motif that can only really be known as a neon metropolis, there's certainly a video game look to this glossy spectacle. The over-the-top design is quite welcome; the all-powerful gauntlet is a literal Power Glove after all, as it puts us in the right mood for the action fluff to follow and while the action is Corey Yuen's department, his trademark fluid choreography is muted beneath camera tricks and VFX plug-ins. What's left is serviceable enough fighting, but it's certainly not the main attraction here. This really is pure spectacle if nothing else, a well-produced mishmash of comic book platitudes and overused plot devices. Looks are seemingly more important than anything else to director Andrew Lau. Fantastic visuals are one thing, but being flooded with them at the expense of everything else leaves little room for excitement or empathy, especially when you proudly boast about the appearances of Sammo Hung and Yuen Biao, only to then criminally underuse them. Biao at least gets to shine as a villain, albeit a frustratingly mute one at that, while Sammo is dripped out in some truly incredible costumes, the very shiny metal hat is a feast for the eyes, I want one. It's a shame that most of the new guard can't compare; they might look pretty, Gigi Leung and Kristy Yang especially, but largely lack the presence and Peking Opera chops of their older counterparts. Far more fascinating in its failures than it ever is in its successes, The Avenging Fist is certifiably insane, building itself on some classic Hong Kong action tropes but never seems to find a footing on any of its one thousand elements, crashing and burning in such a spectacular fashion that it's almost praiseworthy in its disastrous ways.

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