Hong Kong 97

We watched one of those rare movies the other night that was so bad, it actually was good.

Improbability piled on top of unlikelihood layered over with banality and stupefying inconsequence.

Other than that, it was quite good.

The first "humping scene" was one minute and ten seconds in. (We have a little pool every time we watch a movie. Usually if you choose any time within the first twenty minutes, you have a chance.) Why stick with it, why not scrap the tape and use it to record Debbie Travis.

Because this movie boggled the mind. Just when you said "it can't get any worse" it did.

But the definitively awful thing about it was the amount of gunplay.

Hi…I don't like your necktie…take that…blam blam.

In one memorable scene, the leading man ---HEY, LOOK AT ME, I'M DOING A BAD IMPRESSION OF PIERCE BROSNAN --- naked and in bed with an equally naked lady (well, I doubt she was much of a "lady") is interrupted by three gunmen.

He rises from the bed, a gun in each hand, which he uses to dispatch the bad guys. BLAM BLAM WHANG ZING BANG Actually, if they were trying to kill this character, they would have been GOOD guys.

But we continue to agonize over our handgun problem.

The reasons for it are pretty obvious when you watch a movie like this

It's a tragedy to see Albert Pyun slumming it with this sort of direct-to-video car crash, Hong Kong 97 is far from his finest hour, a shame given the potential of the story and setting is a winner. Robert Patrick takes the lead alongside a bunch of B-movie frequenters, including Andrew Divoff, Brion James and Tim Thomerson, they do what they can with the rather poor, cliched script but even then their natural chemistry can't lift what's fundamentally shoddy writing. Pyun's direction is alright but his action scenes rely too much on choppy slow-motion, lacklustre gunfights and poor staging, I don't think even a better quality of print would be able to save these. I can give some credit to Michael McCarty's score which does a decent job of matching the mood and atmosphere of the setting but that's about it. While there's a bit of B-movie fondness to be found with Hong Kong 97, it doesn't mark many of its contributor's finest hours and is probably best left forgotten for the most part; just stick to the AVGN video.

I rented Decoy and this flick one night as a Robert Patrick double bill. Hong Kong 97's story would seem to have potential, but nothing comes of it. Robert Patrick stars along a bunch of recognizable faces (some b-movie regulars) that have seen better days in the typical gun-for-hire on the run / can't trust anyone routine.

I still remember when Hong Kong was going to revert powers. It was almost surreal. All British assets were clearing out and the news was portraying it as the 90's version of the Berlin Wall. Of course, this movie has none of that underlying paranoia or sense of unease. It's just a bunch of cheaply filmed scenes helmed by Albert Pyun. For fans of direct-to-video action, this doesn't register a blimp on the radar and even Robert Patrick fans will have to agree Hong Kong 97 is pretty sore.

My favorite part was the people shoots some assassinations and the ending scene.

I like Robert Patrick even if I have realized that he is not the best actor this world has seen. This movie is a kind o slow-moving action flick with a lot of over-exaggerated shooting. Brion James portrays a good guy if you can call a assassin that's in problem for that. Tim Thomerson is a big failure in this movie and so is also Andrew Divoff (see Wishmaster instead). I gave it a 4