Showing posts with label ringo lam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ringo lam. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Victim (1999)

Original title: 目露凶光

Warning: you can’t talk about this one without spoiling large parts of the plot!

Manson Man (Lau Ching-Wan), a businessman fallen on hard times thanks to the financial crisis is suddenly kidnapped by gangsters. It’s a bit of strange case – Man’s girlfriend Amy (Amy Kwok Oi-Ming) clearly doesn’t understand what’s going on at all. There’s after all no money at all to be had from them. The police, particularly Detective Pit Kwan (Tony Leung Ka-Fai), are rather sceptical about the whole affair, even more so when they discover that Man had gotten heavily in debt with some gangsters. Though, as Amy tells it, they managed to pay it all off, so there shouldn’t be any reason coming from that side either.

Man is set free after a while, without any money having flown, but there’s something really strange about the situation: he’s left for the pick-up in a house supposedly haunted. During the police rescue, enough very peculiar things happen to suggest to Detective Kwan as well as to Amy that there may be something supernatural going on.

Particularly since Man acts very strangely after his release, in ways not terribly typical of someone who has gone through a traumatic event. It is more as if he were another person completely. Why, one might think he’s possessed by a spirit.

Though, and here come the spoilers, if the central character of Ringo Lam’s Victim is possessed by a malevolent force, it’s the spirit of capitalism rather than anything supernatural. As it will eventually turn out, Man’s not possessed, he has just turned into a very human monster. As portrayed with expected and perfectly appropriate intensity by the great Lau Ching-Wan, Man was clearly a true believer in the promises of a highly capitalist society, and suddenly had to learn that you can play by the rules you’ve been taught are the right ones all of your life, and still lose everything for no fault of your own. Which simply breaks him, and makes him willing to do absolutely anything to become rich again, leaving scruples, Amy’s love for him and basically everything that makes him human behind to plan a rather impressive crime and double-cross that needs to involve quite the bloodbath. Even before bad luck and bad partners turn parts of the plan even more bloody than Man must have thought they needed to be.

There’s really no other reading for the film than this strong and angry kind of capitalism criticism as delivered through a pretty singular mixture of horror and crime movie. This desperate scrabbling for loot of course is a thematic angle than ran through many a crime movie from Hongkong during the 80s and the 90s, when making lots of money to escape the City as long as it was still British seems to have been a central goal in the place’s culture at large. Only the body count by gun shot wounds is dramatized.

Lam in his mode of brutal realism – he can do operatic as well, but often chooses not to – is the perfect filmmaker to tackle this kind of material. He provides the film with an angry energy that from time to time explodes outwards in short and brutal shoot-outs and beatings. In these moments, the film is as kinetic as Lam’s older, classic movies in the genre, but there’s a desperate quality here the film shares with Man.

Victim’s realist approach also works well when it pretends to be a supernatural horror movie instead of a moral one. At that point in the movie Manson’s seeming possession and irrational behaviour are provided with extra heft by how grounded his surroundings feel, as well as by how much stock the clearly reasonable Kwan as well as Amy, who believes she knows Man much better than she actually does, put in it as an explanation. In the end, and rather ironically, a supernatural force driving Man to his deeds would have been the friendlier and less desperate explanation. In the Hongkong of Victim, evil ghosts are just too friendly an explanation to be real.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Universal Van Damme: Maximum Risk (1996)

Nice, France. A man (Jean-Claude Van Damme) is killed after a semi-spectacular chase through the streets of the town. Curiously, the man looks exactly like local police officer Alain Moreau (obviously also Jean-Claude Van Damme). Alain didn't know it until now, but his mother sold his twin brother off when they were both just babies (times were hard, son), and the dead man is his brother Mikhail.

Understandably, Alain feels a rather pressing need to find out who his brother really was, who murdered him, and why. The trail leads him to New York where he soon learns that Mikhail was a member of the Russian mafia, practically the son of the organization's head Kirov (David Hembleu). Various people, among them Mikhail's girlfriend Alex (Natasha Henstridge), think Alain is Mikhail, which isn't all that horrible (though ethically problematic) in Alex's case, but is really rather unpleasant in case of the people who now think they didn't manage to kill Mikhail in niece, particularly slightly lower Russian mob boss Ivan (Zach Grenier). Add corrupt FBI agents and a list containing details about the Russian mafia's network in the US Mikhail supposedly possessed to the mix, and Alain has quite a few people wanting to kill him for one reason or the other. Fortunately, he is a Jean-Claude Van Damme movie character.

To get this over with right at the start: this, Ringo Lam's first movie made for the US market in the US, isn't as good as the director's best Hong Kong films, but then, a lot of his Hong Kong films aren't as good, either; no director shoots a City on Fire or a Prison on Fire with every film he makes.

However, Maximum Risk is still a film very much worth watching. While Jean-Claude Van Damme isn't Chow-Yun Fat, about 1996 when this was made is about the point when he added a degree of convincing acting to the kicks and the gymnastics, and before the drugs and his various other troubles made his performances erratic. So JCVD actually makes something of the opportunities to portrait a guy driven to uncover the secrets of his brother's past at least partly to understand himself the film gives him between action scenes. The script doesn't provide particularly deep insights here, but it's more than enough to make Alain more than just a deliverer of violence and bad puns, and give the film's action a degree of emotional meaning it wouldn't have otherwise. Maximum Risk doesn't go for lame action hero talk at all either, and so escapes the problem of somehow getting its audience to sympathize with a hero whose reaction to killing someone is a quip.

When he's not letting JCVD look oh so meaningfully into a broken mirror or have a desperate toilet sex scene with Henstridge (who doesn't do much of interest otherwise, unfortunately, but manages to keep her love interest out of the awkwardness zone he more often than not enters in romance scenes), Lam does something he's particularly good at, namely racing through a plot that isn't quite as simple as he makes it look, while providing one increasingly frantic yet clearly shot action scene after another.

Really, looking at the action scenes in what isn't even one of the man's best films is a master class in how to stage and shoot action for maximum visibility and maximum excitement, without using the crutches of ultra-fast cuts or particularly showy camera work. Here, the excitement comes from clever and imaginative staging (which is also what you use when you have to work with comparatively little money), and a director who seems to know instinctively how to shoot shoot-outs, car chases, hand-to-hand fights as well as dramatic scenes. What Lam achieves should embarrass ninety percent of directors making direct-to-video action films right now. I'm not usually somebody to shout "Look, this is how it's done right!", but: look, this is how it's done right!

Friends of JCVD beefcake will be happy to hear that he has a particularly homoerotic (it's all that wrestling) fight scene where he and his opponent are only dressed in towels (and underpants). Maximum Risk is actually a perfect example of how to provide appropriate stimulation for people of all sorts of sexual directions. Some may call it all-purpose sleaze or exploitation, I call it equality.