| [NOTE: This review refers to the HK VCD.]
Imagine the craziest, most messed up, bizarre, jaw-dropping, stupidest dream you have ever had. Now, imagine if, by some divine miracle, some crazy director filmed this dream and released it on VCD with a really bad English dub. Now stop imagining, because this film exists, and it is called Wolf Devil Woman, directed and written by, and starring, one of the first women of independent martial arts cinema, Pearl Cheung Ling. There are more WTF-moments in the first 20 minutes of this film than in just about every other movie I have seen – combined.
All of the following happens in less than 20 minutes:
It all starts with a voodoo crucification for some reason. I have no idea why. Some guy gets sacrificed and some cartoon blood explodes from his chest. Seriously, the blood is animated, by hand. Next, cut to a married couple running through a snow covered forest, being chased by red ninjas and an evil demon wearing a green troll mask – with his tongue sticking out of the mouth slit. The couple are carrying a baby, and they try everything they can to save the poor child. However, they get cornered by the ninjas, and so the husband stabs himself, and his wife, and then they start banging their heads on the side of the mountain to create an avalanche to bury the baby, leaving her life up to fate.
Well, soon after, some wolves come and dig up the baby and take her back to a magical ice cave filled with green smoky water. Oh yeah, the wolves also dig up the husband and wife and eat their hands and legs. The baby is raised like a wolf, and wears a wolf's head and fur, and walks around like a Hunchback (she later gets her back straightened out by some kung fu power). When she captures her first rabbit, she is so happy that she rips it in two, in an explosion of gore and fur. Meanwhile, back at some other place, the troll-demon and his minions are ripping people to shreds – for some untold reason.
During the next 10-15 minutes, we are treated to some truly stunning dialog. The old master of the people attacked by the troll-demon states that in order to stop the troll-demon they, “need a special...thing.” He sends his son after this “special...thing,” which happens to be some thousand year old ginseng. His son's name is Young Rudolph (strange name for an Asian lad) and his goofy side-kick's name is Rudy (name shortage?). Okay. Young Rudolph and Rudy meet up with the wolf girl and they decide to name her Snow Hibiscus – just rolls off the tongue, don't it? Snow Hibiscus...why not Wolfy-chick, or Fur-Freak, or something, ANYTHING but Snow Hibiscus?
The most amazing thing about this film though, is that during these first 40 or so minutes there is no action - and I was never once bored! It is just so relentlessly entertaining even without kung fu, a rare treat indeed from such a low-budget schlock-fest.
When the action finally kicks in, it is all goofy, and chaotic, as if it were choreographed and filmed by a spastic child. After the first major fight sequence, we finally get to see who the real villain is. It's the troll-demon's boss, The Devil! The Devil soon explains that through the strategic placement of his golden needle, he has turned his enemies into something “worse than zombies, they are corpses!” However, this corpse collecting is just an “expensive hobby,” and he has built his corpse-museum only for a “sense of ownership.” He continues by saying, “every now and then, I come to count the statues I own, huh, huh, huh.”
My God – I can't even think of any witty commentary on this one. It totally defies any kind of understanding. There are some films that just have to be seen to be believed, and then there is Wolf Devil Woman – a film that even while you are watching it, you can't believe it. The only film I can even compare this to is Troll 2 – and this is a very, very good thing. Bad movies come a peso a dozen, but what is rare are films like Troll 2 and Wolf Devil Woman. These kinds of films exist in a nexus of the space-time continuum that is only accessible through certain portals, certain portals that open only once in a very great while. While these warp-holes to the netherverse are usually closed, for the good of all mankind, sometimes a director, with a very special talent, comes back from the uncharted regions of the deepest part of the cinematic-universe and unleashes a film so heinously bad, it becomes a marvel and a gem of a motion picture. Pearl Cheung Ling is such a director, and Wolf Devil Woman is such a film. |