Wong Jing’s zany, derivative film is packed with stars and special effects, but nothing can paper over its shambolic script, full of half-hearted parody and downright absurdity that’s almost funny
It speaks volumes about China’s booming film market that an established Hong Kong director like Wong Jing – infamous as much for his insults towards the pro-democracy crowd as for his long line of critically derided movies – feels so emboldened as to dismiss his home city for contributing “only one-25th of China’s box office revenues”, as he did at the recent premiere of From Vegas to Macau III.