Abruptly the Asian films we are getting
feature these hyper kinetic action movies - the Korean Train to Busan,
Jackie Chan's Railroad Tigers and, currently in the George St Event
Cinema, and probably other multiplexes, Herman Yau's Shock Wave.
This one raises the bar. It's a better
film than Speed, joining the bomb disposal movie honor roll along with The Small
Back Room, Ten Seconds to Hell, Hurt Locker and Soy Nero.
Star Andy Lau is first characterised by
hoodlum Wang Ziyi as "The man my brother trusts more than me" in a
terrorist group packing stolen taxis with C4, getting us into the first of a
series of great action set pieces which are the spine of the film -exploding
cars wiping off pursuing police pursuit, defusing a WW2 bomb big enough to take
out a tank, finding a boxed exploding device in the Gloucester Road Court House
Square overlooked by high rises whose glass would shatter and shower down on
everything below, and racing across Hong Kong to heave a charge (C4 is very
stable) into the bay before the timer runs out.
Andy Lau |
This establishes the film's strongest
scene with cop Baby John Choi trapped in an explosive vest, having only his
police discipline to stop him from panicking and creating a disaster. The cops
swing into action in a spectacular shoot-out, a great cathartic climax with the
camera traveling the length of the tunnel among the bullet proof shield
officers shooting it out with drug peddler mercenaries as the trapped motorists
struggle to scramble out of the lines of fire and the injured man's gurney
skids unattended among the combatants.
Just enough attention is given to the
characterizations to make the piece involving. Lau is wearing well, the great
survivor of the Seventies Hong Kong movie, along with Jackie Chan. Andy gets a
romance with newcomer Song Jia as a divorcee school teacher who goes on a
drunken bar rampage which Andy contains with a night in the cells. Wu Jiang is
a rather winning mass murderer master villain. The less familiar cast all
hit their marks. Production values are particularly strong giving the possibly
deceptive illusion of unlimited means.
Veteran director Herman Yau is somebody
who was just there for decades and now emerges as a master craftsman. His
film is not telling us much about the great issues but it does play its
audience like a well-tuned fiddle. They exit the theatre thinking they've seen
something exceptional. It's films like this that bring them back again.
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