I picked up my VCD of Clarence Ford's Martial Angels on the day it arrived at the shop I frequent in New York City's Chinatown, just a few doors down from the now shuttered Music Palace Theater. This was a film I eagerly awaited since I'd seen the production notes in the press. An internationally acclaimed director, one of my personal favorites, was working with some of the most beautiful and funniest women in the world to make a film for Wong Jing. I thoroughly enjoyed the film in every aspect. I thought the script was much more than a clever spoof of the Hollywood film Charlie's Angels. It was all very "Hong Kong" with an absurd scenario that worked well with the director's kinetic imagery.
Reviewer Score: 8