Thursday, March 25, 2010

Funny Business in 'Kids From Shaolin'

Or “Is that a mountain in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me”

Kids from Shaolin is, first and foremost, a rambunctious martial arts adventure that is suitable for the whole chopsockie viewing family. Its wholesomeness is genuine and its intention to entertain appears to be paramount and I don’t think the filmmakers intended to give the audience any deep and meaningful subtexts to winkle out. This film wears its heart on its sleeve and what you see is what you get. But, apart from virtuoso displays of wushu, cute kids and a heartwarming story, what I think you see and get in the movie is lots to do with sex. Being a film intended for a general audience Kids from Shaolin never gets near to explicitly showing us the sexual act – the characters never even attempt to kiss each other or allude to intimate relations in any way. But the sexuality of the characters is a constant theme in this film, and is depicted in a way that is appropriate to the level of maturation in those characters.

In relation to the prepubescent child characters perhaps ‘sexuality’ is not a word some readers of this blog (if there are any) will feel comfortable with. What I am actually talking about here in regards to these young characters is the un-self-conscious curiosity in bodies that sometimes informs children’s play and which will, given a decade and the right mix of hormones and healthy psychological development, form part of the basis of an emerging adolescent sexuality. An example of this is the scene where the kids, in the rough and tumble of their everyday play (and as fledgling martial artists the tumbling gets mighty elaborate), sometimes, in all innocence, cop a feel of each other. There is a scene where the Shaolin boys and Wudang girls are playing a game where a blindfolded child has to grab, feel and guess the identity of another child. The scandalized Wudang father interrupts this game just as a Shaolin boy, sitting astride one of his Wudang daughters, is groping his way down her face and chest and is about to accidentally grab her tiny boobs. In other scenes, in the spirit of unembarrassed enquiry with which kids have been disconcerting adults for eons, the children in this movie also spy on each other taking a pee, and shout questions about a baby’s genitals across a river.

On his website, Jet Li has this to say about the inspiration for Kids from Shaolin:
The genesis of the storyline for Shaolin Kids was our own youthful mischief. The writers asked us actors about our experiences and we told them about what it was like to grow up in a wushu school. They took these anecdotes of playfulness and friendship, of teasing and tricks, and fashioned them into a narrative… the stories themselves are timeless: about girls and boys training together and growing up together. I like to think that the film conveys that feeling of camaraderie and joviality. (http://jetli.com/jet/index.php?l=en&s=work&ss=essays&p=2)

There is nothing in the above quote to suggest that Jet Li was thinking about sexual development when he said this. I think that this quote reflects the atmosphere of innocence in the film, which does indeed convey “that feeling of camaraderie and joviality.” For me, alongside the “teasing and tricks” that are shown, there is, for the film’s younger characters, that beginning of an awareness of bodies, and gender differences and the part these will play in human relationships.

As the characters get older, the depictions of sexuality become flavoured by a more adolescent or adult sense of knowing and self-awareness. The film handles the gradation of this depiction well. In between the innocent child and more knowing adult characters are the adolescent Lung San (played by Jet Li) and his eventual love interest, the tomboy Phoenix (played by Wong Chau Yin). The ages of these characters are never stated outright but their behaviour indicates that they seem to be in their late teens. Their sexuality is nascent – something that is just delicately coming into play in their consciousness. At the beginning of the film they are shown as not being able to figure out what to do with this, and by the end of the film, while they have not exactly gotten to the acknowledged holding hands stage, you get the sense that there has been a progression and that they are more comfortable with their emerging feelings for each other.
This progression is shown in many instances throughout the film. In an early scene, Lung San sits musingly on a river bank and, upon being asked by his chirpy little brothers what is wrong, says wistfully that he wants a phoenix, but the look of puzzlement on his face as he says this gives you the sense that he hasn’t quite worked out why. A nice device that is used a couple of times in the script is having Lung San come close to an admission of partiality for Phoenix but then converting it into a professed interest in something else. In this instance, when he says that he wants a Phoenix he then follows this up with a statement that what he wants is a wife for his father. We are left in teasing doubt as to whether he was actually thinking all along of the individual named Phoenix, or whether he was using phoenix as a euphemism for any woman for his Dad (or maybe also for himself). Later in the film he shoots a longing look at the tomboy Phoenix but then announces that what he actually wants is to learn her family’s Wudang style of swordplay. You are given the distinct impression that he is definitely interested in Phoenix but is too shy and perhaps too unaware of the nature of his interest to be able to articulate it yet.
A dramatic scene in the film is where Lung San demands to be thrown into the river along side Phoenix in order to share a punishment. His espoused reason for doing this indicates that it is a gesture of fellowship and camaraderie that she has earnt for selflessly backing up his course of action in an earlier scene. However, it also comes across as a rashly and extravagantly emotional gesture, symptomatic of a hotheaded up-and-coming hero in the grip of his first serious crush. Fortunately for Phoenix, it turns out to be a cover for a rescue plan and she is smuggled to a safe hiding place in a cave. When her father storms in to drag her back home (and perhaps to face further severe punishment) Lung San desperately protests and tries to prevent him. The viewer gets the sense that he is genuinely altruistically concerned about her welfare, but you also feel that, deep down, he just doesn’t want her to go.

Before the Wudang father’s appearance, Lung San and Phoenix are shown sparring. The ostensible reason for this is that Phoenix wants to repay Lung San for rescuing her by teaching him Wudang swordsmanship. However, the soft and graceful choreography shows a harmonious exchange of energy between these 2 teenagers rather than a brutal exchange of blows between combatants, and this suggests an equivalent harmonious exchange of feeling between the 2. Up until this scene, fights between these 2 have been a series of instances of one up man ship. Alongside the melting quality of movement of the fight in the cave, you get a sense of a melting of antagonism between these characters, and a new keenness for and enjoyment of their opportunity to physically engage with one another in some way.

Phoenix is shown in a feminine light in this cave scene – she wears a pretty frock and her mannerisms are gentle and softened. In the best patriarchal traditions it is implied that her rescue by Lung San has made it possible for her to abandon her tomboy ways and to capitulate to her feminine side. When we first see her in the film she is aggressive and controlling, and eager to enter into combat with Lung San in order to humiliate him. In an emasculating gesture she cuts the crotch of his pants so that we can see his undies during one such fight. However, her affected machismo is shown to be brittle. When she is dunked into the river by the boys she can’t cope. When a reluctant and embarrassed Lung San is nearly tricked into giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation by his little brothers, she cries and runs away. Her progression towards being more ‘womanly’ (as depicted within the cultural confines of this film) is obviously being shown by the filmmakers as favourable and necessary.

Some action in between the scenes mentioned in the paragraph above and the cave scene shows a Lion Dance sequence, and indicates this progression of Phoneix’s feelings towards Lung San, and an acceptance of his (old fashioned Chinese) masculine prerogative to come to her rescue. In this scene, Lung San and a brother are performing in a Lion Dance alongside Phoenix and her sister. When it becomes apparent that the girls can’t match the physical robustness of the boys, Phoenix regretfully accepts Lung San’s proposal to improvise some Lion type business to cover up the female lion’s collapse in front of the audience. Instead of competing in acrobatics, therefore, Lung San’s lion is shown snuffling and licking the stricken female Lion while it lies on the ground. In order to keep up the act, the girls’ cause their lion to wriggle and vibrate, supposedly with pleasure. These actions between the 2 Lions are every bit as playfully innocent as an act between 2 large (for want of a better word) muppets can be. But the canoodling between the 2 lions is also just the teensiest bit sexy in its sensual and animal way, and reminds us that during the course of a human life simple acts of play can become something more loaded as we grow from children to teenagers to adults.

The next age group up from these teenagers consists of Phoenix’s 2 older sisters, Lung San’s adoptive uncle and (slightly older) adoptive father. These characters are shown to be focused on one of the most pressing and absorbing happenings in a young adult’s life within the cultural setting of the film – namely that of getting married. Lung San’s uncle and father are (reciprocally) in love with and want to marry Phoenix’s older sisters. These 2 young women have evidently decided that they are ready for the Most Important Adventure of a Young Woman’s Life as they are constantly on the lookout for opportunities to steal away to bat their eyelashes at their suitors and to help their mother persuade their father to their marriage with the Shaolin men. The Shaolin men go about their shy courting in an honourable and traditional manner but leave us with no doubt that they have strong feelings for their intended wives. In fact, you get the impression that after 10 chaste years of hard work on the farm and raising 10 foundlings they are, in the nicest possible way, gagging for it. One couple even elopes; such is their desire for their marriage. Fortunately for these couples, the final scene of the movie depicts their wedding.

Finally, there are the Wudang parents who have been grimly procreating away and churning out baby after baby in their quest to GET A SON GODDAMMIT! The Wudang mother is an engaging character who is something of a gynecological miracle. She gives birth to a daughter and then, when this baby is only a few months old, falls pregnant again. Even though this foetus is only 3 months old the mother is already showing. As this marvel of fertility, she is an embodiment of an important aspect of sexuality within the culture in which this film is set. She and her husband’s sexuality are all about producing children.

In Kids from Shaolin the characters flirt, tease, propose marriage, elope, wed and give birth. The dialogue contains earnest discussions of childbearing, tonics for women’s gynecological health, dowries, and the feng shui significance of the phallic shaped mountains. Even the villains of the film, a group of bandits who attempt a raid, are motivated, in part, by wanting to carry off the Wudang daughters. Actually, I find the bandits’ slathering references to the Wudang daughters’ little waists and big bottoms and their attempts to carry these same girls off in the final fight as a bit creepy in this day and age – a lot of those girls are underage!

Sex is never graphically depicted in this film and, in fact, many kung fu movies I have seen have been very coy about dealing with intimate relations between adults. But I think that, as wholesome and family orientated as this film is, it is very much about sex. Sex gently pervades this film and quietly bubbles along under the surface of the narrative, providing one powerful motivation for its characters. I think it’s sweet. So many western movies depict sex as a dramatic and possibly dangerous force – a thing responsible for divorce, violence, despair and Fatal Attraction type creepiness. It is nice to watch a film where sex is seen as important – as a force for romantic bonding and the means to have a family – but is also seen as something that just happens alongside the other normal human activities of play, training and work.

Shaolin temple 2: Kids from Shaolin

In which I compare Kids from Shaolin to The Sound of Music and other musicals

Jet Li’s 2nd Shaolin Temple film is not exactly a sequel to the first but it brings us a similar brand of high kicking action in the same type of historical setting. Perhaps the words “high kicking” are quite apposite when describing the Shaolin Temple films as they not only refer to the wushu in these films but also a certain kinship they have with Hollywood musicals. In his book Kung Fu Cult Masters, Leon Hunt has this to say about Kids from Shaolin:
“In Kids from Shaolin / Shaolin Xia Zi (1984), the Shaolin and Wu Dang play out a bizarre kung fu version of 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, with… musical interludesi and scenery fetishism” p 74

While the 7 Brides for 7 Brothers comparison is apt I would also compare this film with The Sound of Music. A lot of the characters are little kids who show the same talent for wushu that the Von Trapp littlies show for singing. I could even draw a long bow and compare the effect the youngsters make sartorially - in The Sound of Music, Maria dresses her charges in clothes she makes out of floral curtains, in Kids From Shaolin the youngsters are distinguished by some of the most outlandish hair styles in the history of cinema. Both films feature lush and mountainous scenery, although the landscape in The Sound of Music does not have the same overt phallic significance as the peaks in Kids from Shaolin (hence Hunt’s reference to scenery fetishism).

The young performers in Kids from Shaolin do some pretty amazing martial arts (as do the adult members of the cast). A lot of the business in this film is devoted to showing the kids involved in lots of wushu style jolly japes and high jinks. Jet Li’s character is older brother to about 9 boys and he has a nice rapport with the lads. But be warned – with Jet’s boys plus a further 5 young, female children (plus 2 babies) in the cast there is a lot of kiddie energy in this film and the cuteness quotient is enormously high. I suggest repeat viewings of The Sound of Music, as well as McCauley Culkin, Shirley Temple and Margaret O’Brien films to deaden your nerves and acclimatize yourself to the heady heights of saccharine coyness that Kids from Shaolin climbs.

Don’t worry – you WILL enjoy Kids from Shaolin more than those other films. Just when the wee tackers start to become a bit too shrill and cloying, a kick arse fight scene happens and the cuteness factor comes under control. I recently saw Meet Me in St Louis starring Judy Garland and Margaret O’Brien and I was rather bored by it. What it needed to give it some zip, in my opinion, was a few good kung fu fights.

I have always thought that Hollywood musicals and kung fu movies are quite similar beasts in a wayii. In a musical the cast break into a song and dance routine every 5 minutes and this is similar to the frequency with which fight scenes are found in martial arts movies. One of the many charms of Hollywood musicals is that they transport their audiences into a parallel universe. This universe is familiar to our own (in either a current or historical setting) but it is a world in which it is normal to break into an elaborately staged musical number at regular intervals, and where even passers by happen to have beautiful voices and stunning dance abilities. Kung fu movies also take place in a parallel universe where a certain amount of the population are martial arts masters, and it is to be expected to see people flying through the air, perching on the top of bamboo stalks or catching bullets in their hands. During my recent reading I was delighted to find out that this parallel universe was actually given a name in wuxia (or swordplay) novels and films – jianghu. Here is a definition of jianghu – I got it off Wikipedia so it must be true:
Jiānghú ( Cantonese: gòng wùh) is the milieu, environment, or sub-community, often fictional, in which many Chinese classical wuxia stories are set… Jianghu is an alternative universe coexisting with the actual historical one in which the context of the wuxia genre was set…Wulin is a term referring to the smaller microcosm within Jianghu. Inhabitants of wulin are clearly differentiated from those within Jianghu, in that they all know some form of wushu or martial arts. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jianghu)

When discussing these films with acquaintances (who all seem to think I am mad for liking them) one of the criticisms that are leveled at chopsockies is that the acting is dreadful. (I am always amazed and dismayed at how dismissive people are of kung fu movies. And quite often these same people, on careful questioning, reveal that they haven’t actually seen many kung fu movies. “Oh, I saw half an hour of some Bruce Lee movie once. Didn’t like it. And I’ve seen Rush Hour” they will say airily, before going on to condemn all kung fu movies in sweeping and damning terms.) I actually don’t think that it is reasonable to make this generalization about the acting being bad. Quite often what these acquaintances are criticizing is a style of acting that is more theatrical or mannered or exaggerated than they are used to. But it doesn’t necessarily follow that this makes the acting bad – it is just an acting style that sits in a different frame of cultural reference. I think that this might be where a lot of kung fu movie casts betray their Peking Opera influences and even training. I also think it’s helpful to compare the acting in Hollywood Musicals to that in kung fu movies. Picture, in your mind’s eye, Doris Day as Calamity Jane or Gene Kelly and Co in Singing in the Rain – their acting styles are pitched big and could not be called subtle or naturalistic but are, at the same time, absolutely appropriate to the art form in which they are performing. If you are performing material that is geared towards the elaborate and excessive, and if your performance technique has to incorporate not only the delivery of spoken text but also virtuoso physical performance then you need to pitch your acting style to a level where the transition from speaking a line of dialogue one moment to doing an extreme physical movement the next is seamless and appears to be organic. Or if you are interpreting a character who inhabits jianghu, then your performance technique has to sit comfortably with the fantastic actions that take place within this parallel universe. This applies equally to Operetta, Peking Opera, Hollywood Musicals or Kung Fu movies.

There is little naturalism or subtlety in the acting styles of the cast of Kids from Shaolin. But this simply doesn’t matter. This is a high-energy and dynamic film that needs a big and bouncy approach to performance from its cast in order to complement the displays of wushu, the film’s fantasy setting, exotic art direction, enjoyably silly plotline, and the abundantly youthful spirit of its cast.

Footnotes:
i In terms of the “musical interludes” I find it a bit disconcerting how the characters break into song early in Kids from Shaolin - Jet Li, for example, mimes fruitily to a shrill and reedy tenor.

ii On the Yes Asia website I found this glorious quote about Martial Arts from Shaolin, which is the next installment in Jet Li’s Shaolin Temple films:
Internationally lauded as one of the greatest, this magnificent martial arts masterpiece marked the titanic, one-time only, teaming of renowned champion Jet Li (Romeo Must Die) with legendary director Lau Kar-Leung. The two mount unforgettable battles in the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and even on the Yangtze River with a kung-fu cast of hundreds. If the brilliant American musical director Busby Berkeley knew kung fu, this spectacular, eye-filling epic might be the movie he would have made.
http://www.yesasia.com/global/martial-arts-of-shaolin/1003909792-0-0-0-en/info.html
And I don’t think that I am the only one who is interested in the kinship between chopsockies and musicals. Leon Hunt in Kung Fu Cult Masters discusses this theme a few times (…there are points of convergence…) and refers to other critics who write about it.

Kids from Shaolin: Final fight scene

This fight scene is a doozy. It’s a corker. The mother of all bar room brawls. Except it’s a Chinese mansion brawl. It’s 15 minutes long and it’s wild. All the characters get involved, as the Shaolin and Wudang families combine to drive off a troop of outrageously dressed and sexually rabid bandits. Not just the men (young and old) but also the young women (prettily dressed in pastel coloured clothes and elaborately coiffed hairstyles) and the cute kids all get stuck in. Even a crying (if not fighting) baby is present, clutched in the arms of its mother, a matronly figure who contributes to the melee by fetching a villain a right ding over the head with a brass bed pan. People fight with swords, poles, rope darts, spears, shields with razor sharp edges, a stick with a claw on the end, a slingshot, the odd household utensil and, of course, fists and feet. They fight in the garden around a dinky little bridge and water feature, in the living room and in the bedroom, on windowsills, cabinets, altars, through screens and curtains, over door jambs, on beds and under tables. The fighting styles seem to be an amalgamation of not only wushu but also some acrobatics, gymnastics and ballet (as an ex hoofer I can even name some of the positions for God’s sakes).

One nice section features Jet Li fighting 2 bandits with not only poles and swords but also the 3 section staff. Although this is a very brutal looking weapon that looks as if it could inflict some truly nasty damage on the average human body I love watching people fight with it. To my mind (and God knows I am no martial artist so please indulge me here) it looks like an implement that earns itself the title of ‘Weapon Most Likely To Flip Back And Break Its User’s Own Nose Or Ribs’. In other words, it looks as if it’s bloody hard to control, and to see it controlled so well and to such an aesthetically pleasing end is exhilarating for the viewer. It’s a weapon that lends itself to fluid and swift choreography and when you watch performers as agile and deft as those in this film then it can be a great weapon to see in action. In Kids from Shaolin you have not just Jet but the 2 bandits using it at the same time and it is an amazing display of skill.

Another thing I love about this fight scene is that, even while the camera is focusing your attention on some characters fighting in the foreground, you can glimpse and hear multiple groups of characters skirmishing in the background. This contributes to the scene’s out of control, frenetic energy and adds to the overall impression of outrageousness and excitement.
Many years ago I went to the ballet and, at the end, a stranger sitting near me suddenly turned and exclaimed to me “I just love to see what the human body can do!” Ballet, contemporary dance, circus arts and martial arts movies all show us just what a highly talented and trained human body can do, and in Kids from Shaolin in general, and in this final fight scene in particular we are shown the human body engaged in true, gobsmacking virtuosity.

Shaolin Temple 2: Kids from Shaolin (A list of random thoughts about this film)

Repeat cast: Some of the cast from Shaolin Temple also have notable parts in this film. It is good to see Hu Jian Qiang (as the Shaolin uncle) and Sun Jian Kui (the impostor priest) do well in different roles to their monks of the first film. Hai Yu again plays an earnest and devoted father figure, and the gloriously elegant Yu Cheng Hui is great as the crotchety Wudang patriarch.i

The way the films look: The 3 Shaolin Temple films’ sets and costumes strike me (ensconced on a couch in suburban Melbourne in my tracky dackies) as gloriously bright and colourful. I find the lure of what I perceive to be the exotic in these films to be irresistible.

Jet in drag: Jet Li drags up for a few films, including Martial Arts of Shaolin and Dr Wai in the Scripture with no words. In this one he dons a dress and wig to pretend to be a maidservant. He really shouldn’t. When I saw each of these films for the first time I honestly thought it was a woman, and it always took me a few seconds to recognize Jet. When he was young he was much too pretty to get away with this kind of caper and looked disconcertingly good in a frock and makeup. I have noticed a fair bit of cross-dressing in the martial arts films I have seen. In his book, Chasing Dragons, David West has this to say about it:
“This convention can be traced back to Come Drink with Me, and it reflects a Peking Opera sensibility, wherein men played female roles and the audience was expected to accept their impersonation without question” (p 118)

Femo Nazis beware! The female sex gets a bad rap in this film. The patriarch of the Wudang family has 9 fine, healthy, beautiful daughters but he spends most of the film complaining bitterly about how unfortunate he is because he doesn’t have a son. I guess this is just one of those insurmountable cultural differences that a western lassie like me has to put up with (although not necessarily like) in order to watch, and otherwise be entertained by, this film. To be fair, the patriarch seems to be more reconciled to having all these daughters by the end of the film but this is only after he has
Finally had a son
Nearly drowned a daughter
Nearly had all of these daughters carried off by bandits

Only in a kung fu movie: Of course there are some of those wonderfully bizarre touches that fans of this genre love. For example – a dandy bandit masquerading as a cross eyed Taoist priest disguises himself as an Indian guru in order to dump a baby in a sack and a handful of snakes in a cave. As you do. We are given no explanation as to why this happens.

Good acting in the scene in the cave – the one where Jet’s character is trying to prevent Phoenix from returning home to a possibly dangerous situation. In his desperation he ends up throwing a tantrum in front of his adoptive father. Hai Yu, who contributes a nicely understated and sympathetic performance to this scene, plays the latter. This underscores Jet’s highly emotional performance, which isn’t just all about yelling – the look in his eyes convinces you that he really feels desperate. It is an affecting moment between these characters, and contains an indication of the strong and persuasive actor a more mature Jet would become.

A note about the choreography: In many kung fu films that I see I am struck by the way the choreography references and is informed by the setting in which it takes place. I love the way the choreographers use props, furniture, built structures and landscapes to shape their work, and their choreographic responses to these things are often wonderfully creative. There are elements of this in this film, for example:
The way the performers move over and around the rock formations during the fight scenes in the cave,
The use of household implements, furniture, garden and architecture in the mansion in the final fight scene
And even the shenanigans between the kids on the bridge and beside the river.

Footnotes:
i Apologies for spelling mistakes and incorrect word order in these names. I find tracking down the right names in these movies to be a nightmare. For one thing, when the credits roll, I am never sure if I am looking at the character’s name on the right and the actor’s name on the left hand side of the screen or vice versa. Then, when I see these names written down on websites like IMDB I am never sure if they are following the Chinese practice of putting the family name first and the given name second, or the western practice with the reverse order.

Shaolin Temple: Random Thoughts 2

My favourite action sequence in Shaolin Temple is the drunken boxing duel between Jet Li and Yu Cheng Hui. It is breath taking. I am partial to this kind of dance-like material in martial arts films and for me this drunken boxing scene is the highlight of a film that is packed full of great physical feats.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a martial artist so when I comment on things like drunken boxing I am not attempting to assess them in terms of martial arts technique. I am commenting on them aesthetically and in terms of choreographic and performance techniques.

In this movie the viewer (and Jet Li’s character) is introduced to this form by a solo demonstration by Sun Jian Kui (who plays one of the monks). This solo demonstration is an expression of his character’s melancholy (which has resulted from the death of his wife and child). Later in the movie Jet’s character goes to avenge his father’s death and discovers a female acquaintance of his is being held prisoner by the very man he wants to kill: an evil general who is rolling drunk. Spurred on by his need for vengeance and his decision to rescue the girl he starts dueling with the general and, in order to match the inebriated general’s drunken sword (and therefore to get the better of the general’s unpredictably dangerous movements) he counterattacks with the drunken pole he saw earlier in the film. This fight scene has been well entwined with the sequence of events in the plot and the characters’ motivationsi. In later group fight scenes we see Sun Jian Kui again using this form, thereby neatly referencing earlier uses in the film of drunken boxingii.

But, for me, all of this fades into the background when I watch these 2 men fight. Drunken pole allows Li to show off his innately fluid quality of movement and his ability to negotiate his way through a passage of movement with precision, grace and energy. The quirky beauty of the choreography brings out these qualities (which are present to some extent in all his fight scenes in all his films) to their full measure.

But who is Yu Cheng Hui? He is featured in all 3 of the Shaolin Temple films but I can’t find any information on him. Compared to the other actors he is very tall and long limbed. I would have expected someone with this lanky build to move awkwardly but instead his movement signature seems to be one of elegance, swiftness and agility. As well as being an entertainingly flamboyant actor of great presence his physical movements are extraordinarily beautiful to watch. In terms of build he is a contrast to the shorter and more compact Jet, but they are equally matched in terms of gracefulness and poise and this is what makes this fight scene so unforgettable.

Footnotes:
i Actually I think the fight scenes in this movie are quite well integrated into the plot.

ii This referencing is welcome in a film that largely lacks choreographic cohesion. In Jet Li’s blog on www.jetli.com he explains that Shaolin Temple was not choreographed by any one fight director but as a collaborative effort between cast members.

Shaolin Temple: Random Thoughts

I have 2 DVD versions of this movie and one of them is on a compilation disc of 10 Jet Li movies. It cost me $20. That’s $2 a movie, which may explain why the subtitles for Shaolin Temple belong to a completely different film – apparently a schmaltzy melodrama about a young American couple called Tony and Joan. The subtitles are of the “But gosh, Joanie, what’s your father gonna say. He was dead set on you marryin’ a lawyer” type of bilge. The accompaniment of 1950s middle American declamation to a martial arts epic set in Tang dynasty China is actually quite hilarious. For example, when a bunch of villainous soldiers are about to search for Jet Li in the Shaolin temple graveyard, according to the subtitles the instruction their commander furnishes them with is “Make him marry you”, which is almost certainly not what is being said in the actual soundtrack. I wonder if Tony and Joan’s movie is mystifying some DVD watcher somewhere with subtitles that say things like “What a wild girl – kill her sheep!” or an allusion to someone drinking ram’s penis soup as an aphrodisiac. This would cast quite a different pall over the doings of the psychologically stodgy Tony and Joan and no doubt disrupt the viewing pleasure of a fan of drawing room dramas. I have no pity for them. I think they deserve it.

But given the choice of watching either a movie about the dreary Joan and Tony or Shaolin Temple and I know which one I would rather pick. When I come trudging home from another grey day in my little grey life the last thing I want to do is to subject myself to 2 hours of turgid, middle class soap opera. The colour and dynamism of movies like Shaolin Temple are a shot in the arm for me.

And there is colour and dynamism aplenty in Shaolin Temple. To this old cougar’s delight, the temple seems to be populated by exquisitely toned, shiny young men. And the most exquisite and shiny of them all is, of course, a young and pretty Jet Li making his screen debut. Critic Elvis Mitchell has this to say about him:
In his debut film, Shaolin Temple, you know that you’re watching something new and very different. Usually when you see somebody that young bursting onto the scene there’s almost a sense of them jumping up and down with excitement; and that self-contained quality that you see in Jet Li to this very day begins in Shaolin Temple.i

I don’t completely agree with the first part of this statement – I get the feeling that little Jet is about to burst out of his skin with excitement in this film. But I do agree that that air of self-containment is also very much present. What is interesting for me is to compare his performance in this film with those in more recent films like The Warlords, Fearless or Danny the Dog; and to track his progress towards being a mature performer whose interpretations are marked by nuance, authority and sensitivity in the films in between. But Mitchell is right to comment on the sense of self-containment in the adolescent Jet in Shaolin Temple. It is palpably there, and was to be bedrock he could build his actor’s skills onii.

Don’t get me wrong - Jet acquits himself well in his first film. Naturally, his displays of wushu are superb and in terms of his acting his performance is good – earnest and expressive. What his acting lacks in subtlety at this stage of his career (and, in my opinion, he would develop into a very subtle actor very quickly) he more than makes up for in high animal spirits and, of course, physical ability. And subtlety perhaps isn’t required here as this film, like so many chop sockies, has a melodramatic script and over the top physical antics that call for a big, demonstrative acting style.

Kudos to the supporting cast: those beautiful, shiny boys contribute really amazing displays of martial arts virtuosity. There are some fantastic performers among the older cast as well. Hai Yu is endearing as the doughty Sifuiii, and his stocky body conveys a sense of refined power during his performances of martial arts. And Yu Cheng Hui is wonderful to watch as the villain of the piece.

The physical virtuosity of the performers and the sense of energy that they invest in their performances (physical and dramatic) are important in this film as they compensate for a lack of choreographic cohesiveness that can be seen in other, more sophisticated martial arts films.iv
Displays of physical mastery are what drive this film along and, for me, give it its main appeal. Early in the film we see the monks training with various weapons. This adds little to plot or character explication and is really just an excuse to show us a lot of super fit lads doing loads of tricks. It’s still bloody amazing to watch, though, and, as such, is highly entertaining.v
Shaolin Temple vibrates with an almost manic energy from beginning to end, as its characters bounce from one potboiling situation to another. It is packed with displays of physical prowess that couch potatoes like me can only marvel at. It is the perfect tonic for any grey day.

Footnotes:
i Taken from the Special Features of the Dragon Dynasty release of Tai Chi Master.

ii I actually have a theory that this quality was refined through the type of focus that training in and performing a physical discipline calls for.

iii I find myself wondering what Buddhists would make of this film. Even though many of the characters are Buddhist monks they seem to play fast and loose with Buddhist precepts. Sifu smilingly rationalizes the killing of animals and soldiers but hey! anything for a good movie.

iv Jet Li had this to say about the choreographic process for this film in the essay ‘We didn’t know how movies were made’ on www.jetli.com :
We didn't know how movies were made. And there were no action choreographers. Instead, the director told us the basic story, and we took what we had learned in class to design our own fight scenes. …We didn't know any better and we had no experience, so we made up most of it ourselves. It was a good learning experience.

v Hot fighting tip: next time I am trying to defend myself remind me to do a series of backward somersaults with each one landing on the crown of my head. Without using my hands. This is apparently a marvellous defence strategy.

Friday, February 12, 2010