Enter the Fat Dragon
When the pig farmer called Fatty (Sammo Hung) was sent to the big bad city by his shabby looking father, it was with the intent of helping out his Uncle Hung (Feng Feng) with his shabby looking restaurant business.
And he does. To some extent Fatty does just that. Waiting on table's during the day, whilst spending the rest of his time practicing Kung Fu, just like his idol, Bruce Lee.
However, after he has a run in with a gang of unscrupulous customers, Fatty suddenly finds himself working in another restaurant that's owned by the gang-boss, Chiu (Roy Chiao), who has a lot of dodgy shenanigans going on at the moment.
Yeah. I'm not stirring your noodles the wrong way, pal. You name it. Chiu does it. He gets two of his henchmen to recruit Fatty's cousin to forge paintings for him. He orders the aforementioned gang to beat people up for no good reason at all. Plus he sells black-market goods to some nutty professor from out of town that has a thing for antiquities.
Oh! Wait up. This professor has a thing for one of Fatty's pretty lady friend too. But then again, that's most probably why what next transpires causes a right stir when a party turns from a formality to a right smash. As a pig farmer proves his bacon - a lady eventually gets taken - a fake Bruce Lee takes a nose dive - plus please remember, three against one comes' out like no man alive.
But I was wrong you know. In part I was very-very wrong. What I got instead was a rather hodgepodge narrative that felt like a mix-match of Benny Hill meets 'Way of The Dragon', care of seventies Hong Kong cinema.
Overall 'Enter the Fat Dragon' was a fairly OK film to watch. The action was great. The comedy was hit or miss. Plus the story was sketch like in nature, and came across like a bowl of noodles without any noodles.
I.e. Very wet. Nuff said.
THE RATING: B-