Bulletproof Monk Movie Review
Case in point is Bulletproof Monk. It's not an edge-of-your-seat thrill ride, it's not laugh out loud funny, but it sure as hell ain't bad.
Based on an underground comic book, Bulletproof Monk is about a Tibetan monk without a name (Chow Yun-Fat) entrusted with the protection of a sacred scroll which allows whomever should read it to bring hell or heaven on earth (really, these monks should think it over a little before making these things) while giving the scroll's protector the power to doge bullets and not age. So of course, everyone's after it. Although in this case everyone happens to be a crazed Nazi and some people from the Human Rights Organization (and we thought the US and Pakistan were strange bedfellows).
The bad news is that sooner or later, our nameless monk has to give it up to a younger, hipper, monk. Except in this case it's not a monk. It's a pickpocket who used to go to school with the guys from American Pie (Sean William Scott). Throw in a Russian Mafia Princess (Jamie (nee James) King) as a love interest and we've got a kung fu movie with enough enjoyable cheese to bury Switzerland.
For all its kitsch Bulletproof Monk is simple, silly fun. Special effects are sparsely used, and the paper-thin tendrils of Monk's plot are just enough to hold together the movie for a couple of hours. And while these might not be the most fun two hours of your cinematic year, they're some of the more enjoyable two hours in this year so far.
Dodging traffic, not bullets.