Stand it up against the early Jackie Chan, Gordon Liu and Bruce Lee movies and this one dies a painful death. It doesn't even have any humour to leaven the dullness. The fights look like half-time karate club demos, with so little actual contact that they make paper/scissors/stone look like a deadly martial art. Just because the sound effects are thwacking away nineteen to the dozen, doesn't mean that the fighters are.
Shaw Brothers made some decent movies in the late 70s, but this isn't one of them. It might represent the pinnacle of cornball dubbing and playground kung fu hokum, but in the real world it's dull as ditchwater. There's dozens of more accomplished kung fu movies out there for anyone capable of forming their own opinions, rather than swallowing Wu Tang Clan's sample catalogue wholesale.
Shaw Brothers made some decent movies in the late 70s, but this isn't one of them. It might represent the pinnacle of cornball dubbing and playground kung fu hokum, but in the real world it's dull as ditchwater. There's dozens of more accomplished kung fu movies out there for anyone capable of forming their own opinions, rather than swallowing Wu Tang Clan's sample catalogue wholesale.