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BULLETPROOF MONK
A noble monk who spends more time kung-fuing
than meditating must persuade a cocky young American to shed his
selfish ways and devote himself to keeping a sacred scroll out of
wicked hands.
CAST: Chow Yun-Fat, Seann William Scott, Jaime King, Karel Roden,
Victoria Smurfit, Marcus Jean Pirae, Roger Yuan
DIRECTOR: Paul Hunter
"The
picture's a dud. The two buddies at the center of the film --Chow
Yun-Fat and Seann William Scott -- don't look like they'd ever hoist
a beer together. The material's underlying spiritual values are
lampooned, and the fight scenes, for the most part, lack charisma
Pairing Chow, the original Crouching Tiger, with the
lightweight Scott of American Pie and Dude, Where's
My Car, is a liability. Instead of Chow's gravitas rubbing
off on the kid, Scott's dude-ness dilutes Chow's authority."
--Jami Bernard, The New York Daily News
"Director Paul Hunter's melange of mystic religion, martial
arts, urban action and Jackie Chan-style shenanigans includes a
scene in which Chow's unnamed Monk, facing down a troupe of neo-Nazi
gangsters, stands atop a car in downtown Vancouver or Toronto or
wherever we're supposed to be, wielding two automatic handguns
It's
the closest we get to the edgy, lethal Chow of old, who has finally
learned English, but seems to have been decaffeinated in the process
everybody plays to his own weaknesses. Chow isn't a comedian, Scott
isn't an action star (still isn't). Director Hunter can't decide
if he's making a comedy or an action film and seems to make the
wrong decision every time." --John Anderson, Newsday
"The pleasures of this movie are not to be found in the subtlety
or persuasiveness of its plot, whose very haphazardness seems like
a homage to the cheap, gritty glory days of Hong Kong cinema, when
sensation always trumped sense. The lighting is bad, the editing
of the action sequences sometimes messy, but these infelicities,
curiously enough, increase the fun rather than diminishing it
Whether
the weary, patient amusement Mr. Chow registers as he trips over
his English lines belongs to the actor or the lama he plays is hardly
relevant; his charisma is infinite, and he finds a perfect foil
in the slack-jawed, manic Mr. Scott. They seem to be having a very
good time, and why should they be the only ones?" --A.O. Scott,
The New York Times
"Chow gets to be charming, presumably his enticement for joining
this rickety crusade
He gets to crinkle his eyes and make jokes
and extend a hand to youth
It never makes much sense. Okay,
you say, it's martial arts, it doesn't have to make sense. Fair
enough. But I think the film would have been helped, even within
the narrow scope of its ambitions, if instead of the genial Chow,
it had starred an authentic martial arts practitioner. And it would
have helped if instead of the angularly amusing Scott, the kid role
had also gone to someone who knew a kung from a fu." -- Stephen
Hunter, The Washington Post
"Its a bit late in the game to make a World War II-era
Nazi bent on world conquest the villain of a contemporary movie
-- even one as relentlessly stupid as Bulletproof Monk
this
is a moronic knockoff of Jackie Chan's buddy/action comedies, directed
without much imagination or aspiration by music-video veteran Paul
Hunter
Action sequences are on the lazy side, and Bulletproof
Monk doesn't even make much of an effort to disguise the fact
that Toronto is standing in for an unnamed American city."
--Lou Lumenick, The New York Post
"A gifted comedic actor, Scott isn't a likely action hero and
that's what makes him so watchable. Beefed up and carved out a bit
for the role, he clearly enjoys the kung fu posturing, sparking
off Chow's stony façade when they share a scene. Even Chow,
whose most dramatic English roles haven't given him much room to
maneuver as a thespian, manages a few lighter moments comedy
even.... First-time director Paul Hunter delivers a quick-cut, loud
movie that betrays his MTV roots but then again, the script
never demands that he do much more than exactly that." --Robert
K. Elder, Chicago Tribune
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