Ten Tigers of Shaolin [少林十虎] (1978)
Starring Bruce Leung, Jason Pai Piao, Lau Hok-Nin, Han Kwok-Choi, Larry Lee Gam-Kwan, Michelle Yim, Wong Yuen-San, San Kuai, Charlie Chan Yiu-Lam, Kong Do
Directed by Ngai Hoi-Fung
Still reeling from the high of Gallants, I felt inspired enough to take a look at another of Bruce Leung’s earlier films. Ten Tigers of Shaolin tells a fictional tale involving the legendary real life kung fu superteam, The Ten Tigers of Kwangtung. Many fans may already be familiar with the Shaw Brothers film depicting their legendary heroics, titled — well, Ten Tigers of Kwangtung. Despite the latter being the more polished film, I felt it to be needlessly confusing and bogged down by unnecessary plot twists which only seemed to slow the film’s pacing down to a crawl at times. The super low-budget Ten Tigers of Shaolin however takes a refreshingly different approach. Like many of its 1970s independent-studio-produced brethren, TToS uses a simple, hashed-together plot as an excuse to showcase an absolute shit-rain of kung fu fights. Most of which are actually pretty good.
At first I thought this was going to be a Wong Fei-Hung film since the movie opens with the iconic theme music, which is also sprinkled pretty liberally throughout. It was only after I heard a couple of choice selections from John Williams’ Close Encounters of the Third Kind soundtrack in this film that I quickly realized that this is just another one of those old kung fu movies that throw pretty much any random piece of movie music into the mix, copyright rules be damned.
The actors portraying the Ten Tigers play out like a dream team of second-rate kung fu stars and talented but forgotten Shaw Brothers rejects. You have Larry Lee, Jason Pai Piao, and the beautiful but deadly Michelle Yim fighting alongside Bruce Leung. They all seemed to have made a name for themselves grinding out these low-budget independent kung fu films from the ’70s. The only slightly better known Han Kwok-Choi provides some substandard comic relief here and there as he hams it up and grimaces for the camera. It gets a little better when he gets to dish out a little low-grade drunken boxing. He truly shines however when he goes on an unholy rampage of testicle crushing which occurs in nearly every fight scene he’s featured in. There are two types of on-screen humor I am pretty certain will never go out of style, farts and gonad injuries. Luckily this film has enough of the latter to carry you through its duller moments.
Anyway, the film culminates in, and is famous for its epic final fight scene… which comprises a third of the film’s total running time! In most circumstances this could be a double-edged sword, but Ten Tigers of Shaolin keeps it fast paced and interesting enough to justify its 30 minute duration. It is an absolute orgy of fists, feet, spears, knives, and swords. Bruce Leung has never looked better, and really separates himself from the rest of the fighters here. It’s at this point the film finally comes to terms with itself, lets go of what little pretense it has and completely lets loose. Wave after wave of bad guy cannon fodder comes screaming in from all directions as our heroes have their way with them. This is intercut with delicious longer duels featuring the main bad guys. Forget about plot. Forget about dialogue. This is the stuff that scratchy, low-budget kung fu magic is made of.