Along with (or instead of) gratuitous violence, SS gives us gratuitous narcissism. At the dance scene, he asks the band if he can play. Sure, go ahead you complete stranger, take my instrument. So Stevie's up there strumming and the camera pans slowly from his face down to his hands, and back up. No camera trick there -- he's really playing!
Anita Mui could kick his ass; ditto for Chingmy Yau, Cynthia Rothrock, and probably Margaret Cho. Instead, he lines up softies to kick around while spouting 39-cent Zen koans and Venus/Mars psychobabble. And yes, the guy is fat as Dan Aykroyd.
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