From there, Ko Chun is thrown into a variety of ridiculous situations ranging from shootouts pilfered from John Woo's leftovers to ethnocentric comic relief that will go right over the heads of most Westerners (or, perhaps I'm giving it too much credit and it really isn't funny no matter where you're from). Ko Chun hooks up with a dead gangster's kid, his ass-kicking sister (Chingmy Yau at her most boner-inducing), a buffoonish cop, and a pair of con artists. The evil gambler this time is Chau Siu-Chee, who is led to believe that Little Trumpet (Tony Leung Ka Fai's character) is the real God of Gamblers, but is not the least bit surprised to find himself opposite Chow Yun-Fat when it's time for the big card game a year after he killed his wife and kid. Oh yeah, and there's a guy with psychic powers who can read minds, change playing cards, and set peoples' hats on fire. And, speaking of fire, how about the scene where a building gets blown up, then the cops immediately go in and there's no fire or smoke or wreckage anywhere in sight?

I think by now you get the idea; this movie is full of holes and is about as even as the number 13. Its predecessor was pretty good (the portions of it that Mei Ah saw fit to let us see, anyway), but, since this IS Wong Jing we're dealing with here, it comes as no surprise that lightning did not strike twice.

Miramax owns the North American distribution rights for this film. If and when they release it, they will probably replace the image of the preserved fetus with a jar of pickles. "Chau Siu-Chee!", the guy doing Ko Chun's voice will say. "You killed my wife and broke the seal on my pickles! I had to eat them all by myself before they went bad! My urine was green for a week! Now I will get my revenge!"

Which would ALMOST be an improvement.