Man on the Edge has all the markings of a classic Hong Kong gangster movie - it's in Cantonese, is loaded chock-a-block with brotherhood and betrayal, and can get impressively violent when writer-director Sam Wong Ming-Sing feels like it, plus a cast that features Richie Ren Xian-Qi, Simon Yam Tat-Wah, and cameos by the likes of Sammo Hung Kam-Bo and Karena Lam Ka-Yan. And yet, it never quite feels like one of those films. It's chaotic where it should be…
As with a lot of current-affairs documentaries, I wonder a bit to what extent this is going to be watched by folks who need the primer versus those who know the broad strokes of the material and maybe want some more details, or just to make a statement of support (and maybe raise some money given that this appeared to be that sort of special event). Given how this is the sort of documentary that's broken into chapters, it's probably…
Movies like The Booksellers don't exactly backfire when, halfway through, certain viewers find that this film meant to celebrate a rare and vanishing breed of person is instead providing examples of just how that breed rubs them the wrong way. A documentary doesn't necessarily need to be convincing to be worthy, but at times there is enough self-satisfaction evident in this one to visibly crowd out the more dynamic stories that filmmaker D.W. Young could be telling.
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One of the ways you can tell how good Lauren Greenfield is at this sort of picture is that she's able to highlight how magnetic and seductive a subject like Imelda Marcos is while laying the groundwork for how tremendously destructive she can be. This could play like trucking the audience, but instead she's just bringing this thing out and cleaning off the surface until a more clear picture emerges.