A Sexy Blog

Another day, another triad elegy: it’s as if the Hong Kong film industry has some sort of secret contest running—who can churn out the most self-serious underworld operas before anyone in the audience wakes up with genre fatigue. Wong Jing’s “A True Mob Story” arrives trumpeting its authenticity, as if it expects us to genuflect before “the truth,” and then blithely hands us the same old battered deck of loyalty, brotherhood, and doom that’s kept multiplexes in business since the first shirtless gangster picked up a butterfly knife.