Solimsa yongpali

Lousy production values, Dragon Lee performing his battery of awkward fighting mannerisms (I really hate that stupid back-bobbing thing he does when he goes into the praying mantis stance, almost as much as the inexplicable fact that he appears to be trying to hold his nunchaku in the fold between his palm and wrist, as though he's got floppy little T-Rex hands that can't quite get a grip on the weapon) as felled extras drop to the ground before him, ridiculous hairpieces sliding off their heads...yes, "Martial Monks of Shaolin Temple" is another miserable no-budget effort from director Godfrey Ho and the folks at Filmark/Asso Asia. Do these films have a fan base? Yes. But good god, what kind of wretched twilight people could possibly derive any pleasure from a movie like this?! We're not talking about bad filmmaking: we're talking about utterly *abysmal* filmmaking on every level. It's the sort of device you might employ if you wanted to torture information out of someone without subjecting him to any physical harm. I suffered through it to see the consistently amazing Hwang Jang Lee (Wong Cheng Li) kick his way through the opposition, and for that I give the film two stars. But I did suffer, and so will you if you insist on watching this monstrosity from beginning to end. As anyone who's reading this review must be aware, the talented and dynamic Hwang was slumming in these sad little productions.