Three men have come together to destroy a drug cartel: Hayabusa (Makoto Sato), Aikido master and pervert Sakura (Eiji Go) and Koga Ninja school descendent Ryuichi Koga (Sonny Chiba), the master of the Hell Fist. Guided by disgraced cop Arashiyama (Ryo Ikebe) and Emi (Yutaka Nakajima), they have to stay together long enough to stop druglord Mario Mizuhara (Masahiko Tsugawa).
By destroy them, I mean the last thirty minutes of this movie is one big fistfight, broken up by a car chase, then more kicking and punching. Chiba may not be the flashiest or most acrobatic martial artist, but he's the roughest. I mean, why else would they call him the meanest man alive? Also, he's Lucio Fulci's favorite fighter, obviously, because he can smack someone in the head so hard their eyeball flies out of their head. He goes that one better by punching a man in the chest and pulling out one of his ribs.
This movie is absolutely hilarious, a sleazy mix of violence, nudity, wild costumes, sex and a double mannequin suicide plunge at the end that outdoes anything in Italian cinema, the world's biggest importer of wooden dummies for the end of giallo films.
Teruo Ishii supposedly hated making kung fu and action movies - I mean, the guy did make Shogun's Joy Of Torture so I think there's where his heart lies - that he made this parody so that Toei would ask him to make another. No matter. This movie is a total blast.
By destroy them, I mean the last thirty minutes of this movie is one big fistfight, broken up by a car chase, then more kicking and punching. Chiba may not be the flashiest or most acrobatic martial artist, but he's the roughest. I mean, why else would they call him the meanest man alive? Also, he's Lucio Fulci's favorite fighter, obviously, because he can smack someone in the head so hard their eyeball flies out of their head. He goes that one better by punching a man in the chest and pulling out one of his ribs.
This movie is absolutely hilarious, a sleazy mix of violence, nudity, wild costumes, sex and a double mannequin suicide plunge at the end that outdoes anything in Italian cinema, the world's biggest importer of wooden dummies for the end of giallo films.
Teruo Ishii supposedly hated making kung fu and action movies - I mean, the guy did make Shogun's Joy Of Torture so I think there's where his heart lies - that he made this parody so that Toei would ask him to make another. No matter. This movie is a total blast.