Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Current Sir Reginald story is jammed in my brain's poop-chute and refuses to come out.

So, in the mean time, YOU MUST SEE THIS DAMN MOVIE.





SPL (literally: Saat Po Long) is, along with movies like One Night in Mongkok, restoring my faith in the film world of Hong Kong.

I won't go terribly in depth, 'cause I hate when people tell me too much, but SPL combines vaguely-corrupt cop drama, hoardes of disillusioned triad youths, loads of "realistic" fight scenes (that's what you get when you hire Donnie Yen), a nice "team cast," and a slightly-above-average plot to make a thoroughly engaging film. And damn, does Simon Yam wring every bit of pale-souledness out of his role.

SPL takes every genre-standard for this kind of film, kicks the shit out of it and makes it work better. Sure, they're all still there, but with better cinematography and 50% more awesome.

This isn't the kind of movie that you watch for the profound effect it's going to have on your soul.
This is the kind of movie you grab for a Friday night with beers and enjoy the hell out of.

Besides, it's always awesome to see Sammo Hung as an asskicking bad guy, especially with a Crazy Badguy Beard.

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