The Chinese title of this dramatic production -- which is like “Love Among the Triad” in that criminal activities figure in it but really are secondary in terms of plot relevance to romantic developments -- literally translates into English as “Crazy Wild Death Love”. While all of these elements can be said to be found within it, (the audience of) this 1995 film from director Tony Au -- one of whose previous efforts is the somewhat artsy feeling “Dream Lovers” -- would have been better served if they had existed in greater quantity or been more intensely displayed; my point being that although it is not really a bad piece of work, neither is it a terribly exciting movie.
A TOUCH OF EVIL (a.k.a. “A Touch of Love”) starts off promisingly enough with a deal being amicably struck and good business relations being cemented between a Hong Kong Chinese Triad and a Pakistani drug importer amidst picturesque as well as festive goings-on (group-dancing and merry-making to rhythmic South Asian music) at a dockside. This early segment also serves to introduce one of the trio of personae who figure prominently in this movie: A trusted lieutenant of the older East Asian mobster; a surprisingly laid-back -- considering his “profession” -- Vietnamese-American man who goes by the name of King (who is played -- not all that badly, actually! -- by Michael Wong).
The 104 minute length film then moves to a police station. Within those environs, a fiery and fickle “dame”-type woman called Coco (Rosamund Kwan -- I am sorry to say -- over-acts to such an extent that her actions sometimes are truly laughable, and consequently does not convince in this major role) is shown being questioned and hassled by plain-clothes officers (the most menacing and also sleazy of whom is essayed by Tony Leung Kar Fai). Implicated on tape as having been involved with a recently murdered gangster and known to be acquainted with King, she gets “convinced” to help the police learn about future drug deals from -- and accumulate evidence to arrest -- the individual who seems unable to utter a complete sentence in Cantonese without throwing in some English despite years of having lived and worked in Hong Kong (I have been moved to wonder whether Michael Wong would be as annoying if he was not prone to doing this...).