The Kiss of Death
This gnarly 1973 Shaw flick comes at you like
a left hook out of the dark and has you grimacing for another punch through
your shattered teeth. Pessimistically fatalistic, it spreads hopelessness
like an ever-expanding dirty stain on your nice clean underwear. Female
revenge films have long held a respected place in Hong Kong cinema, but
this gritty plunge into darkness was one of the first in this genre to
remove it from the realms of noble justice and make it real like a kick
in the stomach. Revenge may be sweet but here it is also grimy, painful,
bloody and ultimately nihilistic. With its driving guitar beat, florid
visuals, intermittent perversities and rhythmic narrative, Kiss of Death
reeks of slick style and sexual degradation.
From my so-far limited exposure to the Shaw Sleaze,
they generally seem to break down into two distinct types. There are those
that almost reluctantly show nudity and sexual content, but are at their
heart conventional melodramas overlaid with just enough titillation to
spice up the trailers in an attempt to bring in an audience. These tend
to have a moral opinion that sexual promiscuity will lead you to ruin –
but lets show some naked breasts in the meantime before we all go to Hell!
Then there are the exploitation films that feel right at home in Hell and
have no moral underpinnings, they just want to have some fun and gouge
out your eyes with a sizzling and frantic display of garish images, sexual
couplings and cruel violence. Into this category would fall Sexy Killer,
The Bamboo House of Dolls and this one, Kiss of Death.
Ling (Chen Ping) is just a simple factory girl
until five brutes take her to the roof of her building and rape her repeatedly.
Devastated and at the same time shamed, she keeps this to herself and goes
back to work but the nightmares of that incident constantly flash through
her mind in red screaming images. It only gets worse when she begins bleeding
and realizes that she has contracted a venereal disease from the rape.
Too embarrassed to go to a doctor, she instead begins wandering the streets
in despair and emerging madness. One evening she thinks she spots one of
her assailants and follows him into a hostess bar to confront him, but
it turns out to be someone else (Simon Yuen). Nevertheless, this moment
of possible retribution calms her down and steels her resolve to find the
men and mete out her justice. So she asks the club owner, Wong (Lo Lieh),
to let her work there and he gives his o.k. Wong is slightly crippled and
has to use a cane to get around, but an early bar fight shows that he has
lots of kung fu moves left in him. Ling begins rooming with another one
of the bar girls, Hung (Chen Ching), who is a tough cookie and deadly with
a deck of cards – not the playing kind, but the slicing kind.
She bides her time in the bar, cozying up to the
customers, drinking into the late night and trying not to allow her feelings
of depression to overwhelm her. She finds out to her dismay that she has
likely contracted an especially vile strain of syphilis - Vietnam
Rose – that is incurable and will eventually drive her insane. Before it
comes though, she has business to finish and she recruits Wong to teach
her kung fu – “teach me killing kung fu,” she implores and the lessons
begin. The man’s weak spot she is told is his groin and she learns to kick
it as if it’s as big and soft as a rotting pumpkin. Chen meanwhile teaches
her how to make good use of those cards as Ling sprays them around the
apartment like deadly missile guided mosquitoes. Finally one night Crocodile
(Kong Do) walks in – a nasty sneer printed on his face. He doesn’t remember
her, but she remembers him – his face burnt into her retinas like a scar
– and she asks him to take her out, have some fun – she leaves with him
– and a very long knife in her boot. He is the first one to feel her anger
slice through his vital signs – do you remember me she screams at him before
she kills him.
With the first one down, she is able to piece
together who the others are – Pimp (a very young Hui Siu Hung), Atom (the
always villainous Chan Shen), Heroin (Lam Man Wai) and the grizzled Wong
(Fan Mei Sheng) – and begins to hunt them down. Soon though they figure
out who is after them and the hunter becomes the hunted. It is very dark,
tense, queasy and gritty and plays out like noir with a hungry grudge.
This was Chen Ping’s debut film and though she
doesn’t really bring a lot of depth to her role, she is effectively sympathetic
and starkly vulnerable. There is a fair amount of kung fu performed by
her and in truth it is not very credible – but she was a sex star, not
a kung fu star – and this film was trying to combine both aspects of rock
hard sexual content and tough fast action and there were probably not a
lot of actresses who could do both somewhat effectively – or would want
to. Lo Lieh is great as always – I so enjoy seeing him as the good guy
from time to time and wonder why he ended up being slotted as the villain
in so many films. The director Ho Meng-hua has a filmography stretching
all the way back to 1958 but there wasn’t a lot of evidence prior to this
that would make one believe that this sort of film would be his forte.
Most of his previous films were fantasy or kung fu period pieces with the
Monkey King films perhaps being his best-known work. After this though
he was to achieve cult status with Black Magic I & II and Mighty Peking
Man.
The 1988 film Her Vengeance was based on this
film, but is shorn of most of the sexual exploitation factor and is focused
exclusively on revenge and pain. Pauline Wong gives a riveting performance
as a woman full of hate and single minded purpose. It is a much fiercer
and satisfying film overall as it is relentlessly serious. The Kiss of
Death has to juggle both the leering sexual subject matter and the revenge
factor and though this makes for an entertaining broth, by doing so it
also loses some of its anger and concentration. In the end by attempting
to be an exploitation film, it becomes just that and can’t rise above the
limitations of the genre. Body Weapon, a 1999 film, also contains some
of the elements of The Kiss of Death with Angie Cheung also being raped
and infected with a venereal disease and learning how to kill her rapists
by a well-placed kick to the scrotum. It is though one of my least liked
films and learned no lessons from either The Kiss of Death or Her Vengeance.
My rating for this film: 7.5
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