When Tsui Hark last year became the first Chinese director to serve on the Cannes Film Festival jury, some feared the experience might corrupt him. Would he start making his movies with a Gallic flair, replacing cut-and-slash kung fu with fashionable explorations of anomie? Would the Riviera sunlight cook his brain until he was convinced that he must forsake epic gangster cinema for experiments in narrative impenetrability? Would Hong Kong's action godfather, the man who introduced the world to John Woo and Jet Li, lose his Hong Kongness?
Lay your worries to rest. Tsui Hark hasn't lost sight of the...
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