Okay, so you saw Silver Fox with his shaky sword and enjoyed the surreal, over-the-top fantasy action of Saviour of the Soul so felt your heart skip a beat on discovering a sequel. Worse: you rent/download/buy/borrow/steal/whatever a copy and sit down in a good mood to kick back and watch some sword-play kung fu in which men jump over mountains and trap each other inside of mirrors and whatnot.
NOW STOP.
Seriously, eject that disc and use it as a frisbee or something - it really is all that thing is good for.
This film should have come with a warning sign: watching this crap seriously damages your mental health - it's that bad. I managed ten minutes on my third attempt but had to turn this pile of festering dog turd off when some middle-aged dude pulled out a giant frying pan and started coshing the Batman and Robin wannabes about with it as if it was perfectly normal breakfast etiquette.
Avoid this like the plague or it'll blight your memory of the bona fide Saviour of the Soul forever.
NOW STOP.
Seriously, eject that disc and use it as a frisbee or something - it really is all that thing is good for.
This film should have come with a warning sign: watching this crap seriously damages your mental health - it's that bad. I managed ten minutes on my third attempt but had to turn this pile of festering dog turd off when some middle-aged dude pulled out a giant frying pan and started coshing the Batman and Robin wannabes about with it as if it was perfectly normal breakfast etiquette.
Avoid this like the plague or it'll blight your memory of the bona fide Saviour of the Soul forever.
