This visually striking martial arts fantasy is ultimately about the consequences of putting individual desires before all else.

The Prodigal Son’s martial arts displays are hampered by wild mood swings between goofiness and stomach-churning violence.

There’s something tragic and disturbingly violent that keeps this from being just another chopsocky flick.

Not one of Jet Li’s crown jewels, though it’s certainly a far cry better than the pathetic Romeo Must Die.

I think there was a period of 20 – 30 minutes where my mind shut down, most likely due to some sort of built-in self-defense mechanism.

There’s a certain shameless morbidity to Game of Death.

Let the masses have their Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I’ll take Duel to the Death any day.

This film throws so much at you it’s nearly impossible to take in.

For the most part, the fights are brutal and gory. But it’s good for the kitsch factor.

As far as mindless action flicks go, I’d probably prefer this to some musclebound action hero spouting cheesy dialog.

Jackie Chan’s finest moment?! It could very well be.

There were several times throughout the film where you’ll either shake your head in disbelief at how awful it is, or you’ll just find yourself wondering how Belt can be that cool.