Wow... Andrew Lesnie passed away. One of the greats. RIP
The Dissolve did a great write-up on him that focused on his collaborations with Peter Jackson, with a surprising emphasis on the great work he did for
King Kong. As much of a mess that film is, it certainly looked pretty swell most of the time.
Lighting blurbs!
The Way of the Dragon: May as well just post my small review of it:
Way of the Dragon never quite excels past being fairly amateur in its filmmaking, but Bruce Lee's sheer magnetism helps it get through a lot of rough patches, including some rather poor attempts at humor, and it's certainly a treat to see him fight, especially for how great his moves looked. It was also nice to be reminded that before he became a walking punchline, Chuck Norris was a pretty damn intimidating guy and certainly a good physical equal to someone like Lee.
Drunken Master: Now THIS is more like it. It's a frequently inventive action film, and it's crazy to see how well formed both Jackie Chan was as a performer and Yuen Woo-ping as a choreographer in a film that came fairly early on in the start of what became rather legendary careers. It's really tough to pick one fight in this that is better than the other, since they're all so great. Jackie already had an amazing knack for physical comedy, which is used to its fullest extent, particularly in the scenes he shares with Yuen Siu-tien as his master, who was no slouch himself in that department.
The Legend of Drunken Master: It had been a while since I've seen this, but my memories of this held up really well, as it's an even more inventive and hilarious film than its predecessor, despite the lack of Yuen Woo-ping behind the camera. As much as the final fight in this gets the spotlight, I forgot how fucking terrific the opening fight between Fei-hung and Master Fu was, not only in terms of the fight itself, but the complexity of having to shoot in such limited space in both stages of the fight. Very frequently funny (and not just because of Jackie, as Anita Miu threatens to steal the spotlight even when he's fighting), and it's never dull for even a second.
Ex Machina: That I'm still thinking this hard about the moral ambiguity behind the story, themes and the questions it asks speaks well to the replay value of this film in the future. Domnhall Gleeson and Oscar Issac prove once more why they're some of the best younger actors of their generation as they engage in a silent war of intellect and wit spurred on by their test subject (Alicia Vikander, who I can only hope goes onto more acclaim for the terrific job she does as Ava) without having to resort to Big! Moments! to help people in the cheap seats make heads and tails of what's going on. It's a film not afraid to leave you behind if you can't keep up and avoids a good deal of cliches (I really liked how they played one scene in particular against you if you were expecting it to go the way you thought it would), and I'm really thankful that Alex Garland is a strong enough director as he is a writer to make the kind of gutsy decisions he did. It's as if someone held up a dark mirror to
Her and threw in some Frankenstein to make things even more interesting than they already were.
Wing Chun: As good as
The Legend of Drunken Master is without the need for Yuen Woo-ping, that director was already crafting his own deliciously entertaining action-comedy with this one. One part wire-fu extravaganza, one part ridiculously horny romantic comedy (but in the PG-13 kind of way, not the kinda icky CAT III kind of way), Woo-ping brings both elements successfully together thanks to having such a great talent in Michelle Yeoh to find the balance between the two. As a martial artist, her graceful precision is marvelous to behold, but her dramatic chops really help find some kind of grounding in the more haughty moments, and her underplaying helps give those scenes a heft they wouldn't have if they left everyone else to their own hormonal overload (including, surprisingly, a charmingly lovelorn Donnie Yen in a hell of a 180 from what he's normally known for). If any film should make you feel bad about how badly Hollywood misused her, it's definitely this one.
Drug War: For as much of a clusterfuck as the movie ends as, it's not hard to forget how goddamned taut and gripping it was before then. Johnnie To makes a hell of a procedural about the most tense 48-hour break in a drug ring investigation, where expert editing and framing does a great job of making police observation and shaky criminal meetings feel dense and substantial without getting too bogged down in the details; everybody knows what they're doing, and you never need to question that. It eschews a lot of character development outside of our two leads in Louis Koo and Honglei Sun, but the story itself isn't needing that much in the first place, and both actors impress as opposite sides of the law cooperating with one another on less-than-favorable terms, opting to play the long game with one another that does eventually resolve satisfactorily for them amidst the chaos that ensues, with very fitting bookends for both. As much as the extended finale opts for a more conventional shoot 'em up over the previous 90 minutes, it's hard not to be impressed with To's filmmaking talent in staging such a complex scene together from a technical level, along with how big his balls had to have been to set it where he does, and the sheer ruthlessness on display with how things turn out for all the players. Even as it feels quite disconnected from what came before it, the finale is compelling on its own terms and it is definitely one for the ages.