Her Fatal Ways II is your average Hong Kong comedy movie, meaning that you're probably going to love it or hate it. I would suspect most of those falling into the "hate" camp would be westerners, because like a lot of HK comedies, most of of the humor is very specifically tailored to the region. Whether it's the "country bumpkin in the big city" kind of stuff like Dodo being confused by the stewardesses on a "fancy" flight, or Cantonese wordplay like when Dodo tries to infiltrate a Triad gang by using slang, most of the stuff here is going to fly over the heads of non-Hong Kongers.

That's not to say none of the comedy works for English speakers. There's several funny sequences that'll appeal to just about anyone, such as when Dodo mangles a song at a karaoke bar. When she tries to sing another, the video is replaced with footage from a telethon, which leads to some chuckle-inducing results. It's just a shame those moments are pretty few and far between.

Also, for a movie that is pretty breezy and family-friendly for most of its' running time, some viewers might find the violent turn during the last half-hour or so jarring. Something like this is definitely not unheard of in Hong Kong movies, which are known for mixing up genres, and usually I find the change-ups entertaining -- if they're handled right. Dual-handed gunfights with splattering blood just seemed out of place and a bit exploitative when they're used here.

At the end of the day, though, it's not so off-putting as to ruin the movie. The bottom line is that most of you out there reading this already have an opinion about Hong Kong comedies firmly cemented. Her Fatal Ways II (for better or worse) is going to do absolutely nothing to change that.

This is an example of the very worst type of sequel, one that is simply a low quality knock-off of the original. The jokes are stale and even less funny the second time around. Tony Leung's absence also spells doom for the proceedings, and the innocent tenderness of the first film comes off as a farce in this one. The action is extremely sparse and basically boils down to two chaotic, but marginally entertaining shootouts. Alfred Cheung actually gets to use his ESP this time around, with lukewarm results. We learn that the key to focusing his powers depends on his chastity, which leads to the film's most bizarre line of dialog: "a drop of sperm equals seven drops of blood." That makes about as much sense as the rest of the film does. As before, only Carol Cheng's impressive acting and comedic timing keep the film moving, but unless you're a fan of Hong Kong comedy, it can be a serious chore to watch.