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Sinichi "Sonny" Chiba, the man with the sideburns
and the karate skills that only a 70's action hero can maintain, is a
veritable killing machine. At least that's the vibe you get from this
aptly-titled martial arts flick from director Noribumi Suzuki. Chiba's
screen presence is easily comparable to that of the most famous fight
flick forefather of all, Bruce Lee. It's all about intensity with the
Cheebster, and his brand of 'mean man' fight tactics can be seen in all
it's glory in the 1975 historical martial arts film Killing
Machine.
Sonny Chiba is Doshin So, an agent for the Japanese
Secret Service, and a man with some serious Shaolin Style. After
that brief international incident known as World War 2, he finds his
country in shambles, and his panties in a bunch. Clearly a bitter and
resentful young man, his animosity reaches it's boiling point when a young
whippersnapper from his hood is run over by a couple of American GIs who
obviously did not graduate from the Sears Driving School. After breaking them
off a lil' somethin', literally, he gets tossed in the hokey, but not
after treating the audience to a dazzling display of handcuffed
fisticuffs. After his release, he continues on the path of ass kickery
while somehow finding time to hang with some orphans and a, uh,
whore.
Lots of melodrama happens, until finally So opens up his
own dojo to school the young'ins in Butt Kick 101. But all hell breaks
loose when some mobsters start throwing their weight around and want their
cut. The Cheebster is not havin' it, and he proceeds to carry out his
agenda of ass whoopin' in a major way.
Hardcore action aficionados might have a hard time with
the ponderous scenes of melodrama, and the talky plot development stuff
really seemed to drag. I often found myself just wanting to get to the
next fight scene, seeing as how the main reason we watch these films is to
see Chiba kick people in all his slow motion glory. But luckily, as far as
action goes, this flick delivers. Chiba punches. Chiba kicks. Chiba even
rips a guy's balls off and feeds them to a dog. And while I wouldn't let
him take care of my pets over the weekend, he sure can dominate the screen
with his tough guy panache, and crisp karate technique. The director also
infuses the film with many visuals that viewers might identify with
Japanese style, such as the scene in which Chiba has a contemplative
moment while snow gently falls around him. So while I found the film to be
too slow and melodramatic for my tastes, it at least had some great
moments of visual style to go along with the well choreographed fights
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