Watching contemporary Hong Kong films has become something of a chore lately. Once an industry of unequivocal uniqueness has now all but given way to pre-sold bubble gum commodities with a frightening reliance on Western aesthetics. In essence, the industry's more westernized now than it ever was in 199 years of British colonization. Only a handful of entertainers are rising to the challenge of effectively balancing an increasing accessibility to technology (namely CGI) with Hong Kong's once distinct brand of moodiness. "Kung Fu Hustle" is that rare harmonious balance of two distinct but contradictory brands of filmmaking.