Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky 4K 1991

Ricky desperately avenges his girlfriend on the triad boss, blowing his brains out, and goes straight to jail. On the kiche, as usual, there is even more lawlessness than on the outside. And when some human rights violation occurs, Ricky can't stay out of it. Accordingly, he incurs the wrath of the local gangs and the deputy chief of security. After all, he's preventing them from growing mountains of opium underground. Only they didn't know that they got in touch with a real demon....

I don't know the makers of this movie (I think you don't either), but man!!!, this is the most brutal kung fu action movie of all time. What's Bruce Lee, Batman and Terminator? This guy put them all on the same pot and sent them to the moon. The basis of the movie reminds me of some comic books, because no matter how hard movies about martial arts are, I've never seen so much blood, guts and corpses in them before.

Interestingly enough, there is no explanation for Ricky's powers. Of course, there is such an important point as training. But Ricky's teacher doesn't play dumb, like the Jackie Chan analogy in Drunken Master. He bluntly makes him a Terminator or Black Mask (whichever is closer to you). It doesn't look very convincing. And yet, Ricky is so cool that when he makes a punch, he just punches through his bellybutton, and if he gets a machete cut along his arm and glass in his eyes, he quickly ties his muscles in a knot, washes his face and continues his attack. I haven't laughed like that in a long time. Characteristically, the evil overseers are no worse than Donald Sutherland's “Jailbait”. They're sadists who don't mind doing anything. The more pleasant to look at this pile of mala, where Ricky is confronted by a trio of superheroic killers, then the cowardly deputy chief of security with an iron claw, like Dr. No, or even the “boss” himself, who appeared at the end (the most mind-blowing episode). Naturally, we're dealing with a one-cell thrash, where one character is a jerk to another, and the protagonist every time he's about to knock someone over, desperately screws up, throws his hands up in the air and shouts “Bastards!”. It could all be very sad if it wasn't so fucking fun and ultra cool. Somehow you forget about all these shortcomings, when the stuffing thicker than Peter Jackson's “The Living Dead” unfolds in front of your eyes, from the inconceivability of which your eyes just go to your forehead.

What in the global sense is practically nothing, but in another system of coordinates, according to the Hamburg account, pulls on the underground masterpiece of thrash with all the consequences. How not to praise the creators for their courage.