Rock on Fire


Like an out of control pinball on jet propulsion fuel, this film madly veers between kinetic violence and explicit highly charged sex and often the two are indistinguishable from one another in this satisfying “B” action exploitation film. A good “B” action film can be a purifying experience in that it is not burdened down with expectations or the need to develop character beyond the basics. It is all there on the surface for the viewer to slurp up quickly like a melting ice cream cone. This film fits neatly into the basic plot rules of a “B” action film, but it pushes everything over the edge like a bulldozer.
Two Japanese Red Army terrorists are in Hong Kong trying to buy some weapons from Stuart Ong. Ong is a HK city councilor and thus off limits to the cops – but he runs a weapon smuggling scheme on the side and enjoys very rough sex whenever and however he can get it. At one point he chokes a woman to death – and then proceeds to have sex with her. He is clearly a nasty character and he has Billy Chow around to protect him.
The terrorists are a perverse brother and sister act – the tortured brother played by Ken Lo screams out in agony whenever his sister, Mikie Ng Miu-yee, has intercourse with another man. Mikie – called Icy – drips sex like a warm ripe mango – all sultry and sticky – and very dangerous. She is one of the more vicious femme fatales in a long line of HK femme fatales. Her idea of sex is akin to a stock car rally full of moving parts and skid marks – with a big car crash at the end. Having sex with her is tantamount to death – she rips out the throat of one fellow during orgasm with her teeth – while another fellow ends up with his eyeballs bouncing on the floor as if surprised to find itself in a game of craps. In other words, Mikie is magnificent – absolutely stunning and it is a shame that she seems to have appeared in only a handful of Cat. III films in the mid-90s. Ken Lo has some good high kicking scenes – and proves how tough he is as well when he seals his own wound with a blowtorch!
On the other side of the law are the cops – headed up by Shing Fui On – but most of the focus is on Inspector Cindy (Takajo Fujimi) and her male partner. They try working their way towards Stuart Ong and the terrorists, but every angle seems to lead to a dead body or a dead end. The film rarely slows down for more than a moment before it is heating up again – as the film shifts rapidly between the different sets of characters. Eventually, we enter into the sacred realm of girls and guns – as the oh so composed Inspector Cindy faces off against Mikie in a bone crunching fight. Cindy eyes her opponent carefully, while Mikie purrs and licks her lips in anticipation.
For whatever reason, this film fared quite poorly at the box office in 1994, but it deserves much better. It is a well-made film for its kind – with some good action and a continuous tense edgy core that feels like it can go anywhere – and Mikie may make your eyeballs feel like rolling on the floor as well.
As a note – to no one’s surprise I am sure – this film has no connection to Ringo Lam’s “On Fire” films.

My rating for this film: 7.5