We love you Weng Weng
Words cannot describe how much beautifully demented joy D'Wild Wild Weng brings me, an utterly deranged Kung-Fu Western featuring Tribal Dwarves, Mexican Banditos, and even a detachment of ninjas for Weng Weng to murder. It's just as gloriously chaotic as the two Bond parodies that make up the heart of his tragically limited filmography. Naturally, Weng is magnetic, spending the film up to his usual antics, employing his diminutive stature in ever more inventive ways before sliding across the floor and kicking a bad guy in the balls, but this time he gets to serenade a young lady too, and it's magical. Surprisingly, the most unusual thing is the comedy relief sidekick because he can't talk. There are obviously a number of conceptual problems associated with the character who can't talk; certainly, giving him most of the exposition was a mistake. The bigger issue is the potential for irritation, but on balance, it's seldom more annoying than it is fascinating, so I'm on board all the way, especially when things start to get weird. Sadly, it seems the holy grail of Weng Weng adventures is currently being withheld from us mere mortals, but for what it's worth, there isn't anything better than watching Weng mowing down enemies with a Gatling Gun.
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