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...raucous comedies tickled the locals no end, but since his humor was largely verbal (a nonsense patter known as "mo-lei-tau"), few were betting that he could become a star in the West. Chow took the bet and made two action comedies--Shaolin Soccer (2001) and Kung Fu Hustle (2004)--that were huge pan-Asian hits and proved him an expert director as well as an engaging joker. With Hustle's release on 2,000 U.S. screens this week, Americans get to see what's so funny about Chow. The laugh's on them for not noticing him before...
...lion's roar scream that rattles windows a continent away. Into the alley wanders Sing (Chow), a loser punk who is desperate to be an Axe man. But destiny has another, redemptive scenario in store. This accident-prone scoundrel has the makings of a natural-born kung fu genius--just the fellow to do battle against that legendary killer the Beast (Leung Siu-lung...
Chow, 42, seems to have been preparing for Kung Fu Hustle all his life. As a boy mesmerized by Bruce Lee films, he studied kung fu techniques. In his first TV job, as host of the daytime show Space Shuttle 430, he learned how to amuse kids with sly jokes and an impudent eloquence in body language. He became a film star as the little guy with false bravado who lucks into hero status. That's the formula here, but this time Chow doesn't take center stage until the last half an hour. Instead he uses his old comic...
...conceptions of Harvardians—and we are unabashedly aiming for a mass market with our book—our hero-students would have to be a lot more ostentatiously smart and accomplished than we are. It would be useful, for instance, if they knew Latin, and also kung fu. These are not accomplishments any of us possess. The more self-consciously Harvard we made our characters, the farther they departed from us and from people we knew...
This prosaic reality, though, doesn’t translate very well into fiction—especially fast-moving fiction. Hence Professors Langdon and Massey—and hence, eventually, my roommates’ and my Latin verb-declining, kung fu-fighting heroes. There is something strange about propagating a myth that you no longer believe in, especially when it’s more or less about you. But if there’s one thing that Miracle on 34th Street—and, come to think of it, the lukewarm reviews for Ross Douthat’s debut tome?...