I have finally seen the greatest movie ever made. A work that dwarfs the combined oeuvres of Kurosawa, Hitchcock, Mizoguchi, Renoir, Scorsese, Ford, and Bunuel. A work that responds with preternatural sensitivity to all possible desires one can hope for a motion picture to answer. Want endless shots of mini-skirted geisha girls getting in and out of cars? Casual lesbian make-out scenes? Fast and, might it be said, furious car chases augmented with digital effects and Japanese surfabilly? A hero who speaks with an indecipherable southern accent? Evil yakuza car-driving villains? Sonny Chiba as a benevolent crime lord? The most superfluous dialogue this side of a George W. Bush speech? Lil Bow Wow in an acting role? This one has it all, motherfucker.
