The 4K restoration toured UK cinemas in March. It skipped my local, and I failed to chase it down — and within minutes of pressing play at home, I knew exactly what I'd let slip.
Woo's 1989 international breakthrough is the film that put him firmly on the map. The action choreography is extraordinary: balletic, operatic, and shot through with wilful excess. Bodies fly in slow motion, doves hover like unionised symbolism, and violence is pushed so far into style it becomes almost dance. But what makes it stick is the feeling underneath. Woo bleeds his heart all over the action, and somehow the melodrama makes the mayhem hit harder.
Not every plot thread survives close scrutiny, and it sometimes mistakes sentiment for depth — more than ideal, less than the parody version of Woo would suggest. Still, as a curtain-raiser for a month of cinematic mayhem, it earns top billing. Nobody stages beautiful carnage quite like Woo.