Shanghai, circa 1940, and the gangs run everything. Only the slums are safe from organised crime because there's no profit to be had. Enter Sing, a low-life hustler determined - as a result of a childhood humiliation that taught him good guys never win - to be a bad-ass gangster. Sadly, Sing is the one guy in pre-revolutionary China who can't do kung fu. Forget nunchukku. He can't even wield chopsticks. So to squeeze pennies out of unsuspecting scaredy cats, he masquerades as a member of the dapper - but deadly - Axe Gang. Bad idea. These guys hack rival gangs to pieces then celebrate with a
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