To truly get a handle on Kung Fu Killer’s stubborn refusal to add anything new to the chop-socky genre, start with the film’s end credits.
In India, we learn from Monsoon, “lives are governed by the rain.”
What follows are many large-scale set pieces that aspire to Lawrence of Arabia grandeur but too often settle for Nicholas Sparks semimystical sentimentality.
Not all movies demand super-likable protagonists, but charisma-free Arabella Bushnell offers a barely two-note performance.
Newcomer Julie Georgia Bernard’s charming documentary takes a brief yet leisurely gander at the working habits of craftsmen determined to die with their hand-shaped crinoline boots on.