Kung Fu Hustle was every bit as baffling, violent, stupid-funny, acrobatic, and Stephen Chow-ish as I had hoped. (If you've seen Shaolin Soccer, you know exactly what I mean.) Chow's mission seems to be to apply kung fu to every known human activity--and it works.
When the greatest killer in the world admits that he hasn't broken out of a mental institution because there's no one outside worth fighting... when whistling and cobras make for a key plot point... when a brassy landlady races like a roadrunner... when the Buddha somehow blesses it all, well, that's just Chow's absurdist universe. See for yourself.
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