They call it “forbidden” because they don’t allow film school there
Monday, April 21st, 2008Tom was out of town this weekend on a sort of college choir reunion- I had thought about going along, but we had one of those weird couple divergences of memory where he was SURE he had told me about this trip some months ago, and I was EQUALLY SURE that he hadn’t, but the end result was that the first I remember hearing about it was just a few weeks before it was to happen, so I didn’t make arrangements to take off from work or anything.
So I was on my own for a few days. Now, here’s what happens when Tom’s away. In some ways, I regress to single-girl habits- no, not “tequila shots with strange men,” but “eating like a hobo because I don’t feel like cooking and watching bad TV.” Also, because I miss having him around and a lot of the things I like to go out and do are things that we go out and do together, I have this tendency to kind of hole up in the house. Which is dumb, because when the husband goes out of town, it’s a perfect opportunity for margaritas with your girlfriends (guilt-free because you’re not leaving your sweetie at home) and seeing movies you know he won’t want to see with you.
So that’s what I did. The weather was excruciatingly gorgeous on Friday and Saturday, so on Saturday evening, I went to Los Tios with Dawn and Steph, where we sat on the patio to enjoy queso and tasty beverages while discussing how we’d quit our jobs if we won the lottery. Suffice it to say, I’ve got a nascent comedy bit brewing in my notebook.
Saturday, Steph and I went out again, this time for pho at the best pho place ever, followed by a matinee of The Forbidden Kingdom.
Here’s what you need to know about this movie. It’s not what one would call “good.” In fact, by most objective measures of Western cinema, it’s a terrifically bad movie. In the tradition of The Karate Kid. But, for those who love kung fu movies for their own sake, this is not just unsurprising but actually expected. Kung fu movies, as Steph points out, are like pr0n. The ridiculous plot and writing are justified by the, er, action sequences.
And as far as action is concerned… people, Jet Li and Jackie Chan. Two of the greatest kung fu stars since Bruce Lee, okay? When you see one of these two in any other movie, the fight scenes generally have to be choreographed around the shortcomings of the costars; in the Rush Hour movies, Chris Tucker has to be able to participate, for example. But for the scene in which Jet Li and Jackie Chan face off, Yuen Woo Ping only had to choreograph for two incredibly talented and agile performers, and it was really pretty awesome.
But as a movie? Oh, it’s awful. Don’t bother with it unless you’re a kung fu movie fan generally. Steph and I laughed all the way through… especially at the serious parts. Just Netflix it and fast-forward through all the non-fight stuff. But watch the Chan/Li fight over and over.
