THE BOXER'S OMEN
Let me apologize in advance for the incoherent adoration you're about to read. It's just, I can't begin to express the swelling joy and rapture I feel in knowing films like this exist, and the absolute privilege, YES PRIVILEGE, it is for me to experience them. My mind is already, at any given time of the day, full of the kind of epic lunacy that - if put to picture - would not only make me the happiest person alive, but would also reaffirm what my friends and family already know of me, validating those occasional side-glances which occur whenever we talk movies.
I'm the shitty floppy spiders, the flying black magic demon wizard, the harmonized chanting of super monks, the surreal world of evil floating heads and bombastic voodoo battles, I'm Kung-Fu, horror, and cheesy romance, I'm the ability to absorb inscription into my skin via transference-capable power-lassos. I'm all these things and more. Things I don't have the talent to convey through my favorite medium, but wish so much so that I could.
So I'm super thankful that someone was; and that The Boxer's Omen lets me live somewhat vicariously through this film's glorious vision.