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RETURN TO THE 36th CHAMBER: Shawscope Vol. 2 – Roundtable Reviews
Cinapse is all about cinematic discovery. This Shawscope Volume 2 column is, therefore, a watch project for our team, and guests, to work through this phenomenal set from Arrow Video. These capsule reviews are designed to give glimpses of our thoughts as we discover these films for ourselves. Some are kung fu cinema experts, some less so; all are excited for the adventure.
The Hong Kong-based Shaw Brothers Studio cranked out a staggering number of feature films over its lifetime. With worldwide influence continuing to this very day, their contributions to cinema are myriad and undeniable. Arrow Video has curated a second volume of titles; an intentional way to wade into the deep waters of the Shaw Brothers. Beyond capsule reviews, our team also offers thoughts on the set curation and bonus features. Watch along with us, join us in the comments, or reach out on social media (linked below) if you’d like to submit your own
Ed Travis
A studio-mandated sequel to capitalize on the runaway success of Lau Kar Leung and Gordon Liu’s 36th Chamber Of Shaolin might not seem like ripe material for a great martial arts movie, but I’m here to tell you (much to my own surprise) that I adored Return and think it’s right up there among some of my favorite kung fu movies in these sets thus far. Gordon Liu is returning as an entirely different character; a fact that likely frustrated many contemporary viewers upon its release. But here he’s a bit of a righteous fool, masquerading AS San De, the fabled monk from the first film. Some oppressed workers at a dye mill enlist his help to conduct a ruse against their hard-nosed bosses who are squeezing them out of their earnings. When this plan ultimately backfires and Liu’s character feels deep remorse, he sets his mind to learning kung fu at the Shaolin Temple to once again seek justice against the ruling Manchus. But this time around our lovable and dishonest scamp of a character tries to learn everything by cheating his way around the temple and eventually the abbotts at the temple see the good heart at the center of this scamp of a man. So we get to see entirely different kinds of training, with the real Abbott San De saddling our lead with a whole host of non-traditional tasks and challenges. It’s a different kind of satisfaction seeing a less pure-hearted hero learn all the secrets of kung fu, but it leads to some brilliant set pieces, my favorite being “scaffolding kung fu”, in which our hero becomes a master at implementing pliant bamboo strips as first construction tools, and then weapons against his enemies. Sure, it’s a formula: Manchus are bad, learn kung fu, stick it to your oppressors. But the arc for this hero felt sincere and meaningful. He becomes a kung fu master without ever knowing it; never giving up on his con-man approach. It’s only when he’s forced to return home and fully admit to his friends and family that he has failed and flunked out at the temple that he’s able to realize that the Abbott had really been teaching him kung fu all along. It’s super satisfying to watch a newly humbled man whip ass with bamboo shoots, I guess. I quite adored Return To The 36th Chamber and felt the approach more than justified the cash grab origins of this less famous sequel.
Justin Harlan
There’s something rather familiar about learning martial arts through doing manual labor for us kids of the 80s. Seeing some of the roots of this type of training in film is a fun connection to Karate Kid, with the Abbott as a proto-Miyagi of sorts. Tonally different than 36th Chamber and disconnected even morseo in terms of story, this is maybe even more fun than the iconic first film. In fact, with the Karate Kid connection, embracing of the film’s more comedic tone, and an understanding that this film is mostly a sequel to the first in name only, it’s genuinely difficult to not appreciate this as one of the better entries in the Shaw catalog.
It seems best to approach this film as something completely detached from 36th Chamber. As such, it’s a pretty fantastic standalone film. While some previous intentionally comedic films in Shaw’s filmography don’t tickle my fancy, this one really does. The humor lands, the story is easy to follow, and the action sequences (albeit not among the best in Shaw’s history by any means) all work. Like the best entries from this and the previous Shaw collection, it’s entertaining from start to finish. And all said and done, that’s all I can ask from a Kung Fu film.
Oh! And lest I forget that ODB’s stellar debut album borrows its title from the title of this film… so for that I am forever grateful. Ooooh baby, I like it raw…
Dan Tabor
In terms of sequels, Return to the 36th Chamber is a lot like the Evil Dead 2 of kung fu films. It’s a more comedic reimaging of the preceding film that tells essentially the same story, just this time with an emphasis on dyeing clothes, roofing, and fighting with benches. The first time I saw this I was disappointed, sure. That first film is a near impossible act to follow. However, its odd approach has grown on me over the years. The premise has Gordon Liu now hamming it up and flexing his comedy chops as an imposter monk, who once again is trying to earn his way into the temple to learn Shaolin kung-fu. Only this time he is charged with erecting scaffolding around the temple for misleading the monks in an attempt to gain an audience with the abbot. Of course the absurdity lies in the fact that through this roof work he learns the kung fu he needs to save the jobs of the villagers and the day, but Liu is having so much fun it’s hard not to roll with it.
And We’re Out.
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Happy Mother’s Day, MILDRED PIERCE
“Get out, Veda. Get your things out of this house right now before I throw them out into the street and you with them. Get out before I kill you!”
A few months ago, I happened to come upon a used bookstore while on vacation in San Francisco. Being that those kinds of stores are catnip for me, I couldn’t help but dive into the many random titles I was sure to find. I left with two books; the first was a tie-in novel of The Partridge Family (don’t ask me why), and the other was a well-worn (but still in good condition) copy of James M. Cain’s novel, Mildred Pierce. It had been ages since I’d seen the film, and immediately plunged headfirst into the novel on the plane ride home.
Weeks later when I was assigned to review Criterion’s Blu-Ray release of Mildred Pierce, I knew fate was at play and that the date Mildred and I had was destined to continue. Watching the film, I was astonished at how well it held up. It wasn’t as if I was fearing that a movie I had enjoyed a decade-plus prior might have lost its spark as a result of the growing up I’d done since. Instead, what amazed me was how the movie, which had already been labeled a bona fide classic by the time I first watched it, felt more like one than ever before. This is partly due to director Michael Curtiz’s handling of the material and the way he magically weaves both a moving drama and a tantalizing film noir, bringing out some of the decade’s best moments from both genres.
But the ultimate reason that Mildred Pierce works is because of the character herself. Expertly and compellingly played by Joan Crawford (in a deservedly Oscar-winning performance), Mildred is everything a screen heroine should be: strong, vulnerable, determined, warm, and flawed. From the mind of author James M. Cain and distilled by screenwriter Ranald MacDougall, Curtiz, and especially Crawford, Mildred remains one of the best female characters ever to make her way onto the big screen.
I’ve always felt that Mildred Pierce is looked at as a story about a mother, first and foremost. This is understandable given how much of what happens throughout the film is a result of the relationship Mildred has with her oldest daughter, Veda (Ann Blyth). But Mildred is a woman above all else and watching her navigate the outside world after being unexpectedly thrust into it remains one of the movie’s most gripping elements. Alone after a divorce, Mildred relies on her resourcefulness and instincts for survival, which allow her to not only thrive but to become the kind of woman she never thought she could be. After climbing the ladder to become a successful restaurateur, Mildred finds herself enjoying the kind of power and privilege most women think isn’t in the realm of possibility for them. Our heroine is soft and feminine, but also driven and pragmatic. The beach scene with Monty (Zachary Scott) is a turning point in the film. It’s here where a swimsuit-wearing Mildred is confident enough to finally allow herself to enjoy the fruits of her labor and indulge in what she wants as a woman. However, as is the case with most women from films of this era, it’s a confidence and indulgence that will come with a price.
It seems appropriate that I’m writing this piece on Mother’s Day since there are few films as fitting for the holiday as Mildred Pierce. As I mentioned earlier, the movie will always be seen as the story of a mother and the great lengths she will go to for her daughter. Maybe this is because the Mildred that exists around Veda is almost the total opposite of the brave and independent woman we otherwise see. Anyone with any sense whatsoever can read Veda for who she is, a dangerous junior femme fatale whose ability to manipulate anyone she comes into contact with borders on the psychotic. Mildred however doesn’t want to see this side of Veda, or rather is so clouded by a mother’s love for her that she actually can’t see it. However, once Veda undergoes a scheme to swindle her wealthy admirer out of some money, Mildred can’t help but see her daughter for who she really is and still have love for her on the other side. But Veda is perhaps also Mildred’s greatest inspiration, fueling her to succeed so that she can give her child the life she wants her to have. It makes sense that the movie’s poetic ending sees Mildred make the ultimate choice and sacrifice she can for Veda, finally giving her what she really needs and leaving both her daughter and the film a broken shell of the woman she was before.
Rather than end this piece with even more praise for Mildred Pierce, I thought I’d instead talk about one of the disc’s extras, a feature-length documentary about Crawford herself. The film, titled Joan Crawford: The Ultimate Movie Star, was produced in 2002 by TCM and takes a deep look into the actress’s life, from her humble beginnings to one of the silver screen’s most iconic figures. But the documentary isn’t just a look back on some of her most popular roles and how she survived the industry. It’s a look at the complexities Crawford hid and how she battled them privately while remaining very much the movie star. Featuring commentary from past collaborators, lovers, and even her own daughter, Christina, Joan Crawford: The Ultimate Movie Star is perhaps the most definitive look at one of the most famous actresses of all time and an eerily fitting companion piece to what is perhaps the greatest film the actress ever made.
Mildred Pierce is now available on Blu-Ray and DVD from the Criterion Collection.
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Criterion Review: THE FISHER KING [4K-UHD]
Terry Gillian’s modern day spin on Arthurian Legend
The legends of King Arthur has fueled big screen adventures for many decades. Beyond the familiar fare, some of the lesser known lore has also been mined for more unique tales, take The Green Knight for instance. Another tale set away from the round table and Merlin is The Fisher King, a fable of the last in a long line of English Kings, charged with protecting the land and guarding the Holy Grail. An injury renders him unable to walk or father a child, and as he is afflicted, so does the kingdom tied to him start to fail. He commits himself to the side of a stream, fishing until a “chosen one” who can heal him comes to his aid, a heroic figure who can save the king and in doing so, preserve the land and the Grail. A medieval adventure of flawed heroes and redemption, where myth collides with man. Something director Terry Gilliam (Jabberwocky, Time Bandits, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen) has previous experience with.
Set in 90s Manhattan, Jack Lucas (Jeff Bridges) is a former radio radio shock jock. Losing his job after some callous remarks on air led to a mass murder-suicide incident, he has been engulfed by guilt, depression, and drink. Reaching a new low, he contemplates suicide, and on that same fateful night, his path crosses with Parry (Robin Williams), a homeless man plagued by demons of his own, as well as an enduring belief that he is charged with finding the Holy Grail. A relic he believes to be secure in the possession of an architect on the Upper East Side. Haunted by a terrifying ‘Red Knight’, a spectre of legend, and one that hints at his traumatic past, Parry draws Jack into his world, forging a friendship, and uncovering their paths have connected long before their current journey together.
The script from Richard LaGravenese (The Last Five Years, The Bridges of Madison County) transplants medieval legend to modern day, with themes that still resonate. Dignity and legacy, heroics and healing. The trauma, guilt, and mental illness so intrinsic to the story, stem from a tragedy that seems even more prevalent today than it was back in the 90s,. It’s an incident that ties these men together on an emotional journey. Their mismatched nature conjures up some well needed humor to offset the darker tones, and two standout performances from the careers of Jeff Bridges and Robin Williams pull the film back from going too far into sentimentality. With his past endeavors, it’s clear why this epic-inspired story appealed to Gilliam, yet with it’s more grounded core, some of his wilder tendencies have been reigned in. Even so he brings a keen eye and flair to the film with evocative camera positioning, canted angles, and wide-lens shots. Narrative mood is well complemented by the cinematography of Roger Pratt, which heightens the sense of grandeur in these murky NY surrounds, as well as the pain and romanticism that comes from within this deeply human tale.
The Package
Criterion’s release features an all new 4K digital restoration, approved by director Terry Gilliam. The transfer marks a step-up in detail of image, opening up a greater range of color and contrast. The many murkier parts of New York have increased depth within the shadows, colors are strong but natural, the Red Knight notably pops wonderfully. The image is free of any artifacts, and presents a consistently high quality image throughout. It’s a superb transfer. Criterion’s release offers up one disc containing the 4K version of the film, while the other includes a Blu-ray version of the same restoration, along with a host of extra features.
- Audio commentary featuring Gilliam: A detailed recording from Gilliam, as he breaks down logistical aspects of the shoot, and his own personal views on the script, characters, and themes of the film. One of the better commentaries I’ve heard in a while in terms of depth and breadth of content
- Interviews with Gilliam, producer Lynda Obst, screenwriter Richard LaGravenese, and actors Jeff Bridges, Amanda Plummer, and Mercedes Ruehl: A detailed and open series of interviews that view the film pre and post production, including in the wake of its release and reception. Some really interesting context, notably in terms of the director’s vision and script jarring with the studio, and Gilliam’s reputation for on set issues and budget overruns
- Interviews with artists Keith Greco and Vincent Jefferds on the creation of the film’s Red Knight: The Tale of the Red Knight – the artists dig into the aesthetic choices and the technical problems
- The Tale of the Fisher King: Comprised of two new short featurettes that tackle the casting, production setup, approach to design, and the themes of the script
- Interview from 2006 with actor Robin Williams: A frank conversation with the actor, who shares his impressions of the script, the onset experiences, and his collaboration with bridges.
- Video essay featuring Bridges’s on-set photographs: Bridges is renowned for his photography, even while shooting a film. This feature compiles a selection of the shots taken during production, with some discussion by the actor
- Footage from 1991 of Bridges training as a radio personality with acting coach Stephen W. Bridgewater: Rehearsals and improv sessions as Bridges learns how to be a “shock jock”
- Deleted scenes, with audio commentary by Gilliam: Sourced from a workprint, but presented in a manner to ‘cut’ them into the final film. The commentary by Gilliam also adds context for their purpose and their excision. Six scenes all running around 2 to 3 minutes: Jack and Sondra’s Love Life, Lydia Dances (silent), Jack Locates Lydia, Beth, Jack’s New Girl, Jack Revisits Parry’s Friends, and Jack Hallucinates
- Costume tests:
- Trailers: 3 domestic, 2 international
- PLUS: An essay by critic Bilge Ebiri: In the enclosed liner notes booklet
- New Cover by LA2
The Bottom Line
The Fisher King is a beguiling effort, blending empathetic storytelling with modern-day myth. Gillian’s abstract tendencies tinge the more grounded humor and darkness of the film, while the pairing of Williams and Bridges anchors the whole piece. A poignant feature, one given a superb release by Criterion, matching the quality of its 4K presentation with a superb collection of extra features.
The Fisher King 4K-UHD is available via Criterion now
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ASSASSIN CLUB is a Hitman Battle Royale!
Assassin Club is an unfortunately titled actioner, that’s fortunately a great throw back to those direct to video titles that used big names to do one thing, deliver the two fisted goods, and this film most definitely does that. The latest by Camille Delamarre (Brick Mansions and The Transporter Refueled), stars Henry Golding (Crazy Rich Asians, G.I. JOE: SNAKE EYES) as a hit man with a heart of gold, you know the kind – he only kills “bad people”; who after falling in love is looking to retire. When he informs his handler/mentor (Sam Neill) of this, in true genre fashion, he’s notified he has one final job to complete before he can walk off into the sunset. This contract has him killing seven other assassins, all with a bounty of a million dollars per kill. The only problem is he quickly discovers his targets all have the same contract.
The pacing and tone feel a bit uneven at times as Henry Golding attempts double duty as action star and love interest, paired with the most annoying on-screen significant other since Fabienne in Pulp Fiction. While the film runs at nearly two hours, I can’t help but believe there’s a leaner, meaner sub 90 minute cut to he had here. Luckily the bullets and bloodshed more makes up for those shortcomings along with the rest of the cast who clearly understood the assignment, including the plenty smarmy Sam Neill and Noomi Rapace, who is the biggest surprise here – as the heavy. Rapace is just having a blast, chewing the scenery and eventually going full feral Nic Cage in the third act. She’s truly more than a match for our leading man who is forced to spend the finale fighting for his life and the film, trying not to lose either to Rapace.
Henry Golding as Morgan Gaines in the action/thriller film, ASSASSIN CLUB, a Paramount Global Content Distribution release. Courtesy of Paramount Global Content Distribution. The action set pieces surprisingly go bigger than expected, and really work as the glue to hold the rest of the shakier narrative pieces together. That said, Assassin Club is a pulpy actioner that eventually lives up to the movie you hoped it could be. It’s just the challenge of getting there, that might be too arduous for some. Golding proves he still has the action star chops in a movie that at times gives him too much to care about, opposite the maniacal Rapace who just wants to watch the world burn. It’s a deliciously chaotic and sometimes lopsided dynamic that mostly works, and at least is entertaining. With Assassin Club Delamarre delivers a solid watch that is essentially a hitman Battle Royale, which’ll keep you guessing just who of the seven will collect that 7 million, and how many times can Golding take off his shirt in slow motion.
ASSASSIN CLUB is Available to Buy on Digital May 16, 2023 and on DVD & Blu-ray June 6, 2023
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The JLA Goes Anime in Crossover Event JUSTICE LEAGUE X RWBY
Justice League X Ruby Part One is now available on Home Video from Warner Bros Entertainment.
Crossovers can be a lot of fun when they work, and a big letdown when they don’t. An ideal crossover would appeal to fans of both characters or properties in a way that helps them to complement each other, either taking advantage of a shared audience or expanding the audience in the process (Batman vs TMNT). A bad one can end up being a disservice to both (Teen Titans Go! See Space Jam!).
In DC’s latest animated film, members of the Justice League – Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Vixen, Cyborg, and Green lantern – disorientedly find themselves waking up in the world of the anime series RWBY. They are not only transported but fully integrated into this new universe: transformed into teenagers with stylized anime physiology and retooled powers that tap into “semblances”, per RWBY ground rules. Batman, as a more pronounced example, discovers that in this world he’s sprouted bat wings and can fly, as well as tap into a second sight similar to the “detective vision” of the Arkham series of video games.
Meanwhile the RWBY squad befriends the newcomers and tries to help them get their bearings, but the whole mystery is deeply concerning to everyone – and Team RWBY increasingly fears that something feels a little off.
Justice League X RWBY, which takes after a 2021-2022 crossover comic limited series, continues DC Animation’s expansive and fearless approach to covering all kinds of stories and styles. I watch and review a lot of these DC animated films, and am a big fan of what their teams of creators have done there, not content to merely focus on popular storylines and characters, but covering (and uncovering) a lot of the weird, vintage, and forgotten corners of DC’s breadth and history.
That could give a false impression that I like everything they do, especially with their run of great titles the last couple years, but this film was decidedly not for me.
Speaking personally I have no experience with RWBY, so for me this was an introduction. In that respect I came into it with an open mind, ready to welcome the premise and crossover format. I do appreciate some aspects. The RWBY character design is stellar, and seeing how the DC characters get retooled into anime form and function is a highlight. You can see that some thought and care was put into considering how these characters could not only be interpreted, but also how they might interact and react with this new environment. Superman and Ruby share a dynamic as the leaders of their respective teams. Batman finds that he loves having actual superpowers, and takes a real shine to the new world and what it might offer. Green Lantern struggles because her powers are normally external, channeled through her ring – but in this world, powers come from internal semblances.
But honestly I found it kind of an interminable watch. The 3-D rendered visual style looks overtly video gamey and that, perhaps more than anything else, took a lot of the wind out of the sails pretty quickly – though in action sequence it does look really kinetic and dynamic – a fair trade.
The storytelling often feels silly and slight. As an example, in one scene Green Lantern is concerned because she has lost her ring. The RWBY girls spotted it earlier and ask her if it had a weird symbol on it. It’s not even bad writing, really – this scene would read fine “on the page” – but it plays out absurdly on the screen: they’re looking right at her and asking this while she literally has three of the exact same insignia prominently displayed on her costume.
While this was pretty bad in my eyes, it’s also abundantly clear that I am not the target audience.
And that’s OK!
If I could highlight one big saving grace, my 8-year-old daughter absolutely loved it. She’s at an age where she enjoys DC’s youth-oriented shows like Teen Titans Go! and DC Super Hero Girls, and that’s probably the best lens with which to judge this PG-Rated crossover, a cute female-forward adventure which has an aesthetic that will appeal to the younger set, especially girls who will identify with its plucky heroines and in-your-face stylings.
The Package
Justice League x RWBY: Superheroes and Huntsmen Part One is now available on 4K UHD, Blu-ray, and Digital versions, with the 4K Edition combo pack including both the standard Blu-ray and a digital Movies Anywhere code.
My copy of the 4K UHD Edition included a metallic slipcover. A “WB 100” sticker celebrating the studio’s centennial is affixed to the cover (but not integrated into the cover design as it is on some new and upcoming titles). This edition has its own spine design and is not part of the “DC Universe” mural motif that is used on many current “Tomorrowverse” titles.
Special Features and Extras
The disc includes two featurettes as well as a couple of Justice League TV episodes which echo the movie’s youthful themes. The extras are included on both the 4K and standard Blu-ray discs (a nice change from common practice).
Justice Comes to Remnant (7:35)
Creators and cast discusses the characters and world. This featurette is a little more focused on the RWBY side.You Look Different: the Design of Justice League x RWBY (9:01)
The creative team describes translating the Justice League heroes, into the RWBY aesthetic and universe.TV Episode – Justice League Unlimited: “Kid Stuff” (23:09)
An episode in which the Justice League members are turned into kids.TV Episode – Justice League Action: “Plastic Man Saves the World” (11:14)
Batman and Superman scoff at wacky and immature Plastic Man when he shows up to fight Brainiac, but he proves his mettle in single-handedly taking down the villain.
A/V Out.
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Living With Miyazaki, Part 8 — SPIRITED AWAY
Continuing Life Lessons from the Animation Maestro
Previous life lessons:
Part 1: LUPIN III — THE CASTLE OF CAGLIOSTRO
Part 2: NAUSICAÄ OF THE VALLEY OF THE WIND
Part 3: CASTLE IN THE SKY
Part 4: MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO
Part 5: KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE
Part 6: PORCO ROSSO
Part 7: PRINCESS MONONOKEWelcome back to our continuing series on “Living With Miyazaki,” as we examine the lessons one can take from his films through their recurring motifs and varied approaches.
We’ve reached what is arguably Miyazaki’s crowning achievement (though, that can be a little hard to gauge given that basically every film in his career is a crowning achievement of one kind or another). After retiring following the triumphant release of the epic Princess Mononoke, Miyazaki returned with something that seemed, on first description, comparatively humble.
THE MOVIE: Spirited Away
Rather than a sprawling action/adventure boasting dozens of major characters and multiple warring factions, Spirited Away is a (seemingly) straightforward Alice in Wonderland riff. Our ‘Alice’ is the entirely unexceptional preteen Chihiro, and ‘Wonderland’ is a bathhouse for gods and spirits. After her parents are cursed to turn into pigs, Chihiro finds herself working at the bathhouse where she struggles to both keep abreast of all the magical goings on and find a way to save her parents from becoming bacon.
The film was immediately hailed as a masterpiece upon release, rapidly becoming the highest grossing film in Japanese history and introducing Miyazaki to a global audience in a way none of his other films, not even Mononoke, accomplished. Spirited Away won the second ever Best Animated Feature at the Academy Awards, and if anything its reputation has only grown in the subsequent twenty years. Today, it is hailed as not only quite possibly the single greatest animated film ever made, but one of the high-water marks for all of cinema.
All this may serve as an explanation for an immediate problem to the completing of this article. Namely: I don’t know how to talk about this movie.
Over the course of this series, we’ve made it pretty clear that the films of Hayao Miyazaki cover a wide swathe of thematic ground, each movie having a lot to say about a great many things. But Spirited Away isn’t about ‘many’ things. It’s about everything. It’s somehow entirely specific to the culture of Japan and simultaneously totally universal in its exploration of coming of age, finding one’s place in an uncaring capitalistic structure, the slippery nature of identity, the push-and-pull between tradition and modernity, finding spiritual growth amidst the stresses and concerns of material minutiae, and even a reprise of the ecological nightmares that fueled Princess Mononoke.
And even still, having written all that out, it doesn’t feel like I’ve even scratched the surface of the film. Spirited Away is about nothing less than the question of what does it mean to be a person? What are the forces that shape our souls and define our lives? In telling the seemingly straightforward tale of a little girl lost in a magical realm, Miyazaki hits upon a parable that encapsulates the full human experience of wandering lost through our lives in a world equal parts remarkable and hostile.
It’s quite a film.
And I don’t know how to talk about it.
For all that I’ve already expressed about the meanings and themes scattered on the surface of Spirited Away, far more of the film remains forever out of reach. This is a film set deeply within dream country, where nothing is ever as neat or tidy as you might expect. Try to take firm hold of any aspect of the film and it will slither and change between your fingers.
I’ll settle for one piece of it, then.
One line in particular.
Late in the film, Chihiro and her motley band of magical friends arrive at the home of the kindly witch Zeniba, who gives the kid a much-needed respite from the chaos and uncertainty of this world of gods and monsters and other, much less friendly, witches.
Chihiro is especially struggling with lingering feelings that she has some connection with the mercurial Haku, the shapeshifting dragon who has been both a friend and a danger to Chihiro ever since her ordeal began. Chihiro can’t quite put her finger it, but she’s certain that something from her past explains their bond. The trouble, she explains to Zeniba, is that she can’t quite remember the memory in question.
“In that case, it’s easy,” Zeniba says. “Everything that happens stays inside you, even if you can’t remember it.”
The more I revisit this film, and the older I get each time I do, the more that line strikes me as the turnkey for the entire thing, inasmuch as there can ever possibly be a single summation of a movie this inherently mysterious. And I think that’s because the older I get, the more my own life and memories seep into that same dream country where the film is set, and where the film itself with all its ever-expanding corridors of unknowability lingers in my mind.
I don’t remember my childhood. Not in any sort of linear, coherent sense, anyway. When I look back on my earliest days, memories don’t play out as whole scenes with a set beginning, middle, end. Memory is an image, a feeling, sensations hardwired in and under my skin and ready to resound just as purely today as they did upon first being registered. It’s dozing off in a diner booth after a long day at the beach; it’s the squeeze of being double-buckled in the backseat of an overstuffed car. It’s falling, and the fall getting interrupted by pavement.
And there are those things that happened before memory ever got a chance to set. My most distinctive feature is a scar down the center of my forehead. Silly accident. Happened when I was two. No one’s fault. I’ll wear it forever.
Everything that happens, stays. Even if you can’t remember it.
Miyazaki films have always been rich in story, light on plot; dense in their worlds without ever wasting time on “worldbuilding” as most genre-centric fare tends to. At no point does anyone sit Chihiro down to explain to her the rules and limitations of the bathhouse of the gods where most of Spirited Away takes place. This is a world that existed before she arrived, and it will continue to exist long after Chihiro escapes back into her old life.
As if to reinforce the cosmic irrelevance of one little girl and her experiences, be they of heroism, heartbreak, horror, and everything in between, Miyazaki overspills the painted frame with unexplained (and unexplainable) details and incidents. It’s not that Chihiro doesn’t have an impact on this world — she very much does — but she’s creating ripples that she herself will never know the full consequences of. Just as she has no say in the rules and order that set her on this journey, neither does she have any knowledge in how her choices will continue to reverberate through the lives of those she’s met along the way.
And isn’t that true for all of us? For every life? We don’t choose to be brought into this world, and we don’t choose the most important things that will happen to us. Our parents love us or they don’t, do their best or they don’t. You get injured or sick as a toddler, and it influences every single part of your daily life for the next eighty years. Life is a matter of making sense out of the wreckage we inherit.
But pain and damage don’t have to be the only things we inherit. We don’t choose the world we live in, but we get to choose how we live in it, whether we face that unfairness with fear and scorn, or keep going with open hearts and a hope that good deeds will be repaid in kind. We can’t know how our actions will affect people after we’re gone, but that doesn’t mean that our actions don’t matter. We can still, despite it all, make the conscious effort to put others before ourselves, to accept the love we receive and give love out in return, and meet an unkind world with more kindness than it maybe deserves.
Nothing lasts.
But everything stays.
Even if we can’t remember it.
Next time: Brendan Agnew goes for a stroll with Howl’s Moving Castle.
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CHEVALIER is an Exquisite Reclamation of a Revolutionary Artist
Kelvin Harrison Jr. commands a compelling and timely tale of music and revolution
Images courtesy of Searchlight Pictures. Even as a child, the life of Joseph Bologne (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) is defined by the 18th century’s expectations of race and class. The illegitimate mixed son of a white plantation owner, Joseph is sent to a boarding school in distant France—not just to cover up his father’s indiscretions, but to fulfill the promise of Joseph’s prodigal skills. His father demands that he excel at all costs, defying societal expectations for his Black heritage in order to become a “good Frenchman.” Having already mastered the violin as a boy, Joseph becomes equally skilled at fencing–besting France’s finest fencers as well as Mozart himself in competitions of swords and strings, eventually earning a coveted place among the court of Marie Antoinette (Lucy Boynton) as Chevalier de Saint-Georges. However, Bologne’s ambition is dead set on a prize that the White aristocracy is equally determined to prevent him from obtaining: the Head of the Paris Opera. Joseph combats relentless his Sisyphean oppression with charm and wit… while a rival fiery spirit of revolution grows among France’s lower class.
The best historical biopics don’t just illuminate untold portions of our past; they break down barriers to our present to illustrate their prescient vitality. With an electric and witty script by Stefani Robinson, complemented by Stephen Williams’ exquisite direction and Kelvin Harrison Jr.’s commanding performance, Chevalier is a riveting and timely biopic that wields its messages like a finely-piercing weapon.
From its incredible opening duel with Mozart, Williams and Robinson economically set up an emotional tension that challenges notions of who is allowed to create art, who can dictate its success, and how anyone can benefit from it. Both Mozart and Bologne play their instruments with treasured intimacy; even Mozart recognizes the formidable skill of his unexpected opponent before being dwarfed by humiliation. But where Mozart has quickly risen through the ranks of the music world, Bologne’s appearance is the culmination of decades of challenging work. He’s trained to be a multi-hyphenate since he was a child, not just to nurture his own natural talents, but so that he can even reach the bare minimum of the arbitrary societal standards designed to work against him.
Harrison Jr. plays Bologne with intimate passion and frustration, wielding a violin bow and blade as his tools to move through French society, and adopting powdered wigs and fine fashions as his costumes to mask or blend in among those who still turn their noses up at him or eye him with awkward curiosity. Powered by an equally incisive wit, Harrison makes Bologne’s skillful maneuvering and manipulation of the upper class in service of his art extremely compelling to watch. At the same time, every stumbling block for Joseph feels monumental precisely because of how little the same obstacles impact his White companions and colleagues. Every success feels both earned and bestowed, and every failure seems to come at a devastating whim. Over time, Bologne’s bow and blade transform from the right tools to the perfect weapons to burn this society to the ground.
The film’s supporting cast provides their own illustrative angles to these themes–addressing everything from earnest societal change to opportunistic progressivism. Alex Fitzalan as Joseph’s revolution-minded best friend Philippe sees how France’s society is an oligarchy masquerading as a meritocracy, pushing Joseph further towards using his art for a cause; Samara Weaving’s Marie-Josephine is a woman whose own passions for art are forcibly held back by her militaristic, art-hating husband (Marton Csokas, always deliciously evil). Boynton’s Marie Antoinette, however, is show-stealing as the lofty-minded yet obsequious ruler; she parades her friendship with Joseph as a symbol of her seemingly progressive ideals, yet stands by as her fellow ruling class prevents his success from pushing any actual boundaries. While the Queen’s duplicitous friendship initially bruises Joseph’s ego–compounded by his own romantic hurdles with Marie-Josephine and Philippe’s drive to organize–all provide a much-needed wake-up call for him to examine just how this Chevalier can use his current power to change the world he lives in.
The techs of Chevalier bring 18th-Century France to life with a brimming, painterly vitality. The efficiency of Robinson’s screenplay is realized by incredible editing by John Axelrad and cinematography by Jess Hall, weaponizing each cut and transition to evoke the power and theatricality of the live performances as well as drive home the film’s fiery activist spirit. Especially worth noting is a breathtaking montage dovetailing the creation of Joseph’s latest Opera with the increasing chemistry between him and leading lady Marie-Josephine, infusing both with a forbidden and fiery passion. Clever costuming not only looks gorgeous on film (the towering wigs are wonders to behold) but evokes the colors and inspirational motto of France’s “liberty, equality, fraternity.”
At the core of Chevalier’s magnetic appeal is how the film’s screenplay, techs, and performances commit to the timeliness of the film’s themes. Joseph’s ego and excellence quickly win over the audience as he skillfully breaks down the backward barriers of the world he lives in; however, his victories also serve as effective and sobering reminders of how the same inequalities remain all too current today. Throughout Chevalier, 18th-Century France echoes today’s own disturbing headlines, from White fears of a “great replacement” to fair-weather, self-serving actions of tokenism masquerading as earnest attempts at progressivism in art and society. The fact that much of today’s audiences may learn of Bologne’s life and work from this film speaks to the efficacy of Napoleonic attempts at erasing the artist’s work from history–making Chevalier both an effective tool at resurrecting this buried musician as well as a clarion call to stamp out the racist and classist forces that encouraged his erasure.
Chevalier is now playing in theaters courtesy of Searchlight Pictures.
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Cinapse Top Ten: Jay Tyler
As a way to celebrate Cinapse’s tenth anniversary, members of our writing crew will be naming ten films that define what makes us tick as film fans.
When constructing this list, it was interesting to see what themes and genres appeared. There is a fair smattering of “genre” film throughout, but primarily as an avenue for presenting social commentary. There is also a bit of a nasty streak in some of my choices, especially towards the top of the list, which mostly surprises me because I like to think of myself as a most optimistic, upbeat person.
Overall, I tried to balance out my choices here to reflect a selection of films that highlight the broad craft of film as an art form. Some films might have a script I love, or a visual dynamic that pops, or be packed to the gills with performances that demand your attention. But this list is meant to reflect a series of films that highlight all those aspects of cinema, and how when they work in concert, they can create something truly spectacular.
Amores Perros (2000, dir. Alejandro González Iñárritu)
I recognize Iñárritu is a director who is not to everyone’s taste, as he can make films that often take a rather unsympathetic view of the human condition. And his debut film, the caustic triptych Amores Perros, is no different. Its depiction of humans as violent, selfish and ultimately flawed creatures, especially when compared to their ever-loyal canine companions, is a brutal examination of humanity’s flaws alone. But add to the mixture an unflinching look at how social strata separates the haves and have nots, and the lengths people go to for whatever they define as love, and you have a film that is both a captivating and difficult watch. Iñárritu has gone on to make more masterfully executed films (Birdman would be another potential appearance on this list), but his first feature in many ways remains his most biting and demanding.
Wizard of Oz (1938, dir. Victor Fleming)
At the other end of the spectrum for this list, you have one of the most awe-inspiring productions ever committed to film, an unapologetic love letter to visual spectacle and childlike wonder. There is a lot to admire about Victor Fleming’s (and a few other directors’) eye-popping children’s epic: the way it weaponizes technicolor for maximum emotional oomph, it’s perfect blend of earnest whimsy with enough of its tongue in its cheek, a cast that are all perfectly pitched and locked into the material, and a soundtrack that is nothing but American songbook classic. But an undersung aspect is actually the film’s script, a hodge-podge of multiple approaches that condenses a sprawling, unfocused novel for children (sorry, Baum-heads) into a coherent, breezy structure that moves beautifully. There is a reason this film has stuck around as an all-time children’s classic, as it is still as spellbinding today as it was 85 years ago.
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981, dir. Steven Spielberg)
A rule I set for myself for compiling this list was that no director could have more than one entry, which for the most part wasn’t too difficult; there are few directors that I struggle to name their absolute best work. Spielberg, the father of the modern blockbuster, certainly is tricky. I could go with the quiet but torturous tension of Jaws, the cinematic wonder of Jurassic Park or West Side Story, or the soul-crushing drama of Munich. But at the end of the day, I have to default to the film the Spielberg and collaborator George Lucas referred to as a movie that was “only the good parts” of other movies. And it indeed feels that way, as each moment just plays like a highlight reel of perfectly calibrated action-adventure sequences that plaster a smile across your face, all the way up to its surprisingly gruesome climax. Plus there are few movie star performances more iconic than Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones, a captivating character that immediately feels like he’s always existed.Babette’s Feast (1987, dir. Gabriel Axel)
There is a beauty to a film with perfect patience. And there are few films that pull you along, through seemingly disconnected story beats and strange asides, only to ultimately reveals its hand than this Academy Award-winning Danish film. Based on a short story by Karen Blixen, the film follows the strangely cold lives of a small town of faithful Pietistic Lutheran community, whose adherence to restrictive doctrine has led to increasingly bitter lives for all involved. Eventually this is disrupted when Babette enters the story, a maid who is sent to this quiet town to assist the elderly daughters of the community’s founding pastor. The titular feast explores how authentic fellowship can reignite seemingly dead communities and how enjoying some carnal pleasures aren’t necessarily sinful but serve rather joyous ends. A beautiful film that, with patience, will warm the heart of the most cynical curmudgeon.
Children of Men (2006, dir. Alfonso Cuaron)
In the intervening years since Cuaron’s difficult meditation on the nature of human existence, and the difficulty of finding hope in a seemingly hopeless world, its vision of a society that seems on the brink of collapse has only become depressingly more relevant and relatable. The high concept premise, that after two decades of complete human infertility, all social structures have broken down and all human civilization is a mess of desperate and angry mobs. But with the promise of a new baby, a new chance for humanity, Clive Owen’s Theo goes through a disorienting and disheartening journey to literally find Tomorrow. The film could rely too heavily on clichés and heavy-handed symbolism, but Cuaron’s masterful hand as a director with technically impressive but never showy cinematic feats never allows it to feel like a cheap trick, but rather a desperate plea for a future free of chaos and disorder. A plea that still rings true today.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004, dir. Michel Gondry)
I have a soft spot for “relationships are hard” movies, be it family, communities or romantic entanglements. And there is no more towering testament to the difficulty of living life with difficult people than Michel Gondry and Charlie Kaufman’s intentionally swimmy, dreamlike masterpiece. When Jim Carrey’s Joel decides he just wants to forget his ex-girlfriend Clementine (Kate Winslett), his own mind rebels, reminding him that there is sweetness along with the pain, and that letting go of both cheapens life. It is a powerful statement about how human connection, despite its myriad of complications and pain, are well worth holding on to even in the wake of devastating loss. Add in Gondry’s hip, visual inventiveness, and it is a one of a kind work that sticks to your bones.
Strange Days (1995, dir. Kathryn Bigelow)
Bigelow is my favorite director, and I could easily fill this list with two to three of her films. But if I am limiting myself to one, unlike Spielberg, there is no question which Bigelow film I pick. The first piece I ever wrote for Cinapse was a retrospective on Strange Days, Bigelow’s politically activated cyberpunk noir film, and how it forces its viewers to be active participants and witnesses to racially and gender-informed violence. A prickly piece of work that incorporates so many ideas, between the addictive nature of nostalgia, the powerful sway of dismay, violence that is often overlooked at large, and corrupt systems that protect status quo at the cost of human life. It is gripping and unsettling, and despite its premise centering around a fictionalized New Year’s Eve 1999 that has now come and gone, it feels more vital now than ever. And good news: unlike when I last wrote about it in 2020, it is now easily available on HBO Max!
Robocop (1987, dir. Paul Verhoeven)
Keeping in the sci-fi dystopia as cultural commentary space, Robocop is a film that I have come back to over and over again. First seeing it as a young child, I was so horrified by its extreme violence that it seared itself into my brain as just gnarly trash. But coming back to it in college, I was able to understand its witty satire of Reagan-era America, where corporate interest rules over actual public good, and forces of privatization threaten full-on fascism. The magic of the movie is that’s kind of both of those things. Unquestionably violent and exploitative, but also deeply engaged and concerned with a particular cultural moment, the film stands as a hallmark of the late 1980s. The fact the film was such a success that it became a decades spanning franchise that diluted or intentionally misread the original film’s subversive text does little to diminish the original’s power, a gnarly portrait of a gnarlier political moment.
Network (1976, dir. Sidney Lumet)
There are several films in this list that I have commented on having aged gracefully, feeling more relevant today that even in the age they were produced. None of them hold a candle to the depressing relevancy of Network. Paddy Chayefsky’s screenplay imagines a world where the forces of entertainment invade and infect editorial news, one of the few public services that television provides, and forcing news itself to be a form of entertainment. The infection comes into the form of manipulating and exploiting Howard Beale, a mentally unstable news anchor who after getting fired threatens to kill himself on air. When Beale’s unhinged political diatribes make for big ratings, however, the news department leans more and more on making sure that the news is as entertaining as any scripted programming. The spiraling effect of this has disastrous, if exhilarating, results.
I doubt in Chayefsky’s worst nightmares he could have imagined entities such as CNN, Fox News or MSNBC, where entertainment, outrage and othering of one’s fellow countrymen was not just a by-product of the broadcast but the intent. Network is presented as darkly comical satire, and outsized nightmare version of Chayefsky himself saw in the television production world in his day. But Beale’s rantings and diatribes aren’t far removed from the doomsaying of the Tucker Carlsons of the world today. And the violent consequences of that rhetoric has constantly shown itself, a dedication and determination to drawing ratings than serving the public poisoning the whole well.
But this sharp, prophetic script is only bolstered by an equally amazing cast. Boasting three Academy Award winners and a staggering five acting nominations, every individual performance across the film is captivating, hilarious and devastating. Peter Finch’s Howard Beale is one of the great performances, which won him a posthumous Oscar; Faye Dunaway, winner, embodies the destructive power that success, and the hunger there of, can drive people towards. And William Holden as Max Schumacher, a news producer who tells himself he is doing the right thing but finds himself roped into the machine, serves as both viewpoint character and tragic figure.
The magic of Network is that it stands as both fully realized social commentary and character study, telling a story of fully realized characters who play out the impact that a corporate-run media empire must concern itself with profit first, foremost and solely. By blending an anticapitalist fable, grounded human performance and a fearless visual style, Network is unlike any other movie, a perfectly balanced satire that equally entertains, amuses and horrifies. -
GUARDIANS VOL. 3 – A Darker but No Less Welcome Closing Chapter
Marvel Studios Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 finds the scrappy team banded together again after universe-rending the events of the Infinity Saga, though still reeling from the loss of Gamora (Zoe Saldana), their teammate – and perhaps for their leader, Peter Quill (Chris Pratt), his soulmate.
There’s never a certain future in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, where even death isn’t necessarily permanent and any number of factors like magic, time travel, and multiversal tinkering can flip the script. Avengers: Endgame also set up a new Gamora thread with a displaced pre-Guardians variant of her character from an earlier timeline who doesn’t share the deep familiar bonds forged over their adventures, except for her connection with her sister, Nebula (Karen Gillan).
But there is a sense of finality circling this trilogy-closing chapter of Marvel’s most cosmic film series. While we can’t say for sure if this is the last go-round for the Guardians of the Galaxy, it’s certainly the last ride, for now at least, for this version of them, and for writer-director James Gunn, whose new role at Warner Bros has him wrangling the future of the multimedia empire of DC, Marvel’s primary competitor.
It’s clear that he’s approaching the material with a sense of closure, crafting a film that’s far more about its characters than its plot, closing up loose ends and and setting a path not necessarily for what they’ll do, but for who they are.
While earthborn leader and captain Peter Quill has been the primary protagonist of the series, this film arguably belongs to Rocket Raccoon (Bradley Cooper). The surly and sarcastic former bounty hunter harbors the pain of a shrouded past which transformed him into an intelligent being with genius-level intellect, incredible dexterity, anthropomorphized pshysiology, and a bad attitude.
Marvel Studios And in this respect, this third outing is a darker and more somber story which heavily features Rocket’s fevered memories as a lab animal for “The High Evolutionary” (Chukwudi Iwuji), a madman with a god complex who has spent decades performing cruel experiments on animals, including Rocket and his friends, to forcibly evolve them to higher forms of intelligence. In all his years and failings, Rocket was his greatest triumph, and he still wants to dissect his success – setting into play the events of this chapter. This aspect of the story includes some animal cruelty and will be particularly upsetting, especially for kids.
The film also folds in a new secondary antagonist, Adam Warlock (Will Poulter), originally hinted in a teaser at the end of Vol. 2. While his role is relatively small in terms of screentime (a source of dismay for some fans eager for a better characterization), he’s important to both the film’s inciting incident and its resolution, and he gets an arc thematically fitting with the the overall sentiment of the series.
Marvel Studios Gunn and his willing cast of collaborators once again make a thrilling, humorous, wacky, and sometimes absurd adventure with a soundtrack full of impressive needle-drops (now expanding the scope of 70-80s songs bound by Peter’s mom’s mixtapes that diegetically colored the first two films).
And there’s some really new and amazing stuff on the screen that reawakens a sense of exploratory adventure and wonder: an organic space station made of flesh and goo, a surreal alternate “Counter-Earth” setting, and a hallway battle with an army of animal-cyborgs.
But the secret sauce to this ongoing tale – more so than any other Marvel property – has been its keen heart. A band of misfits, thieves, and ruffians suffering losses, finding their family in each other, and striving to do – and to be – something better. In this throughline fans have often treasured their tears as much as their laughter. Even the return of small supporting characters in cameo appearances (such as Howard the Duck, and Christopher Fairbanks as The Broker) is a deliberate and loving nod to the sense of community that drives the Guardians and their new home of Knowhere, the formerly rough and tumble facility that now serves not only as the Guardians’ home base, but as a refuge for the castoffs of the galaxy. (I also understand that Troma’s Lloyd Kaufman, who gave Gunn his start in the biz, reportedly reprises his cameo role – his hilarious appearance was my one of my favorite little easter eggs that I immediately spotted in the original. I didn’t catch him this time but I’m trusting that he’s in there somewhere).
For some the film’s darker and devastating tone may make this film more difficult than its predecessors, but it’s committed to having finishing in a way that gives each of the Guardians a critical piece of (and I’m being intentionally vague here) defining a new chapter. I’m especially appreciative that Gunn makes the “mature choice” instead of the “Hollywood choice” in one critical respect.
I’m generally a fan of what Marvel does with their sprawling universe their long-format storytelling with mostly hits and a few overall misses. But on a more intimate scale, the three Guardians films are the greatest sustained distillation of demonstrating what Marvel does best.
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36th CHAMBER OF SHAOLIN: Shawscope Vol. 2 – Roundtable Reviews
Arrow Video Cinapse is all about cinematic discovery. This Shawscope Volume 2 column is, therefore, a watch project for our team, and guests, to work through this phenomenal set from Arrow Video. These capsule reviews are designed to give glimpses of our thoughts as we discover these films for ourselves. Some are kung fu cinema experts, some less so; all are excited for the adventure.
The Hong Kong-based Shaw Brothers Studio cranked out a staggering number of feature films over its lifetime. With worldwide influence continuing to this very day, their contributions to cinema are myriad and undeniable. Arrow Video has curated a second volume of titles; a phenomenal way to wade into the deep waters of the Shaw Brothers. Beyond capsule reviews, our team also offers thoughts on the set curation and bonus features. Watch along with us, join us in the comments, or reach out on social media (linked below) if you’d like to submit your own contributions!
Ed Travis
Undeniably one of the greatest and most influential kung fu films of all time, Lau Kar Leung’s The 36th Chamber of Shaolin kicks off Arrow’s Shawscope Volume 2 set with prestige and undeniable clout. One of the few old school kung fu films that I myself have seen multiple times and have long considered myself a fan of, it’s a rich experience to now see the film again after having been exposed to dozens more Shaw Brothers titles and as part of a set that offers context, commentary, and even multiple sequels.
Perhaps the father of the modern day “training montage” (Although Drunken Master released the same year), I still get goosebumps seeing Gordon Liu’s San Te solve the first water puzzle at the shaolin temple and then go on to master all the various training chambers in record time. Something like 45 minutes of the film is dedicated simply to various physical and spiritual challenges presented to our lead and watching along as his hard work and dedication sees him “upgraded” to a venerated shaolin monk. There’s a star power to Gordon Liu and an aesthetic pleasure derived from the visuals of the shaolin training challenges that simply stand the test of time and have inspired countless artists to replicate and riff.
On this viewing, and with a little reflection from commentary expert Tony Rains (who provided many tracks on the previous Shawscope set), I feel like I have a better grasp of the somewhat confounding ending to the film. Liu’s character enters the temple initially with a desire to avenge injustice at the hands of the ruling Manchurians who are oppressing his people. I believe I’ve always read the ending, with San Te being banished from the temple because he wants to train outsiders in kung fu, to be somewhat of a defeat. Like San Te is banished, and sort of “resorts” to revenge against his oppressors. But it does feel clearer to me now that, indeed, San Te’s invention of the 36th Chamber, a chamber beyond the walls to teach the people, was a righteous cause. And when the Abbott “kicks out” San Te, he is really granting his wish to bring kung fu to the common man and spread martial arts as a defense against oppression. This read likely comes a lot easier to others but it was somewhat new to me and helps me understand more powerfully why 36th Chamber Of Shaolin has so long resonated with cultures who experience oppression and indignity at the hands of those in power.
San Te is a hero of the people. A Master Killer, sure, but a righteous one.
Justin Harlan
Widely considered one of the best Kung Fu films of all time; I get why. While my personal tastes on Shaw Brothers stuff almost always leads me to prefer Venom Mob and Chang Cheh stuff most, the talk of 36th Chambers’ greatness is deserved. The training sequences are stellar and big influences to so many future films – as a devout Batman Begins fan, it’s impossible not to feel this film’s influence in that regard.
The final battle and the closing portions of the film fall short of the glory that the rest of the film really sets up, but that’s not to say those moments late in the film aren’t still enjoyable in their own right. What the end of the film did do extremely well for me, though, was excite me for the next installments in this series – films I’ll be diving into for the first time for our exploration of this second installment of Arrow’s Shaw collection.
It’s also an important distinction that my lifelong love of all things Wu-Tang means I must acknowledge all things Shaolin. There is no RZA, no Ghostface, no Wu, none of it – not without the inspiration and fuel this film (and many others, but very notably this one) gave to that young artist collective in Staten Island and beyond.
Brendan Agnew
It’s not that The 36th Chamber of Shaolin does a ton of new stuff for the studio that had already become an assembly line of martial arts delight, but there’s something about the exact concoction of “zero to hero” underdog story, political strife, unforgettable training sequences, and the fully unleashed charisma of Gordon Liu that makes the legendary stature of this film undeniable. Lau Kar-Leung – coming hot off Challenge of the Masters in Vol. 1 – reteams with Lo Lieh from his Executioners From Shaolin as the villainous general who’s occupying Manchu force kills a young student’s family. San Te (Liu) flees to the Shaolin temple to learn kung fu, and we’re gifted a series of vignettes of him going through the various chambers that he must master in order to return and exact his revenge.
While Chang Cheh’s Shaolin Temple boasts a similar structure, here the different training and combat techniques are all concentrated on bolstering a single character’s journey. Liu proves himself more than capable of carrying the film, going from hapless runaway to martial arts master with apparent ease while still keeping the core of his character at the forefront. San Te begins the film with a very personal goal, but as we see him spend time in the temple, he sees his own tragic experience as only part of a greater injustice. 36th Chamber does one of my favorite things, where it practically turns into a different movie at each act break. By the time he’s back in his home village rallying allies around him (including Hong Xi Guan, for those of you keeping track of the Shaolin-verse folk hero crossovers), we get to see him implement literally every lesson he’s learned in high-flying style.
The 36th Chamber of Shaolin remains a perfect gateway film for those curious about martial arts cinema, but the weight of history behind and ahead of it crystallize its status as an all-time masterpiece.
Dan Tabor
One could argue that the seminal martial arts masterpiece The 36th Chamber of Shaolin is at its core a two hour training montage, kind of like Rocky IV, and they wouldn’t be wrong. But why it’s one of the best in the Shaw filmography (and a personal favorite) is because that montage isn’t singularly training of the body, but also the mind and the spirit. The film has Gordon Liu at the top of his game playing Liu Yude, a student who, after becoming involved in a rebellion, loses his family to the powers that be and is forced to throw himself on the mercy of the Shaolin Temple; both for shelter and to hopefully learn kung-fu for revenge. Not simply satisfied to be a revengomatic, Liu’s journey through the 36 chambers, is one not only of strength, but self discovery and enlightenment. This is thanks to not only the narrative, but Liu’s multilayered performance, that is an exploration of the psyche of his hero, while confronting these challenges literally head on.
Liu’s performance is one that combines emotion with physicality in a way that you seldom see in these films. His traditional dramatic acting is echoed by his body, posture, and competence while in these training exercises. This shows a pure control of his body as an acting instrument and it allows Liu to unleash a truly impressive performance in the film. We can see him working through what happened to him as he makes his way through the trials and tribulations of the Shaolin Temple, only to leave a changed man. And even though he does get revenge and starts an uprising, it’s portrayed in a way that appears it’s almost co-signed by the monks and, in turn, Buddah’s will to banish this evil from the earth. Liu leaves the temple a righteous man and only wants to help others to not live in fear like he once did. That’s something that lives at the core of this film along with some of the best kung-fu captured on celluloid.
And We’re Out.