BadAzz MoFo Classic Reviews – 36th CHAMBER OF SHAOLIN

If you are a true fan of martial arts flicks, then you no-doubt have seen this film in at least one of its several incarnations, which includes the alternate titles Master Killer and Shaolin Master Killer. If, however, for some strange reason you have never seen this movie, then you can’t, in any way, shape or form, consider yourself to be a true die-hard fan of kung fu films. As harsh as that may sound, the reality is that for every genre and sub-genre of film you can imagine, there are only a very small handful of films that are essential viewing within that particular group. The 36th Chamber of Shaolin is one of those films.

With the popularity of Bruce Lee and films like Five Fingers of Death (a.k.a. King Boxer) in the early 1970s, there was a flood of chop sockey cinema that was dumped in inner-city and Chinatown movies theaters all the way into the 80s. Produced by the legendary Shaw Brothers studio, The 36th Chamber of Shaolin was one of these countless films. It had been a huge hit in Hong Kong, before it was edited, dubbed and released in the United States under the title Master Killer. At the same time films like Master Killer were being played in double and triple and quadruple features at rundown theaters and drive-ins, local television stations were still airing feature films during the day on Saturdays. Many stations, including Channel 5 in New York, and Channel 12 in Portland, where I moved when I was in junior high, began showing kung fu films, including Master Killer.

Like so many others who had become fascinated with kung fu films in the 1970s, I watched Master Killer simply because it appeared, at least as first glance, to be more of the silly, asskicking entertainment that made up many of my Saturday afternoons. But the reality is that the film was very different from all the others I had seen, and was really the only one to make any sort of lasting impression. Years later, when I went back and started rewatching martial arts films, this was the film I wanted to see again. When I finally saw it as The 36th Chamber of Shaolin, probably a decade or more later, it was totally familiar, while at the same time a completely new experience.

The plot of 36th Chamber comes from the standard template of Hong Kong’s cinema of vengeance. Gordon Liu stars as San Te (although his name at the beginning is Liu Yu-te), an unassuming student who witnesses the brutality of the Manchus as nefarious General Tien (Lo Lieh) kills a rival. This prompts Liu to become involved in the rebellion to overthrow, but the cost of his involvement is the massacre of his family. With nowhere else to go, Liu flees to the Shaolin Temple, hoping that the monks there will teach him the kung fu skills he needs to avenge his family. At the temple Liu is renamed San Te by the monks, and he eventually begins the difficult training that involves mastering all 35 chambers used to teach the Shaolin kung fu.

A standard element in many martial arts films was the obligatory “training” sequence where a student of questionable skills eventually learns to become a master. The 36th Chamber of Shaolin took this standard convention, and turned it into the foundation of the film’s second act. Where a training sequence may have lasted somewhere around 10 minutes in another film, 36th Chamber uses the concept and turns it into a way of charting the growth of San Te’s character. In scene after scene of some of the most memorable moments to grace Hong Kong cinema, San Te masters one chamber after another, quickly moving toward his goal of becoming a fighter who can take revenge for his family. But as he masters each skill involved with the individual chambers, San Te begins to grow as a person, profoundly influenced by the Buddhist teachings of the Shaolin monks. When he finally has moved through all the chambers, and passed his final test, San Te is given the opportunity to oversee the instruction at any of the 35 chambers. Instead, he asks to create a 36th chamber, one that can be used to teach kung fu outside the temple to everyday people, so that they may protect themselves from the tyrants who rule the land.

What is profound about The 36th Chamber of Shaolin is that while it follows many of the conventions established in other martial arts films, it moves beyond those standard trappings. In countless other movies San Te would have simply learned to fight and gotten his revenge. But director Liu Chia-Liang (a.k.a. Lau Kar-Leung) takes the genre to another level by developing San Te’s consciousness along with his fighting skills. This is evidenced by the protagonist’s journey from wanting to merely exact vengeance for the death of his family to his desire to teach others, so that they may protect themselves and fight against oppression.

The most popular heroes of martial arts films were always the flawed and the oppressed that grew into greatness through much trial and tribulation, despite their weakness. But at the same time, it was always difficult to find much depth or dimension within a majority of the martial arts heroes of Hong Kong films, especially as they played in the U.S., heavily edited and poorly dubbed. In making the journey to America, many films lost whatever heart and soul they may have had–if they had any in the first place. But no editing or poor dubbing was able to remove the heart and soul from 36th Chamber of Shaolin, and even as Master Killer, it emerged as a classic with the genre.

BadAzz MoFo Classic Reviews – CATCH THE BLACK SUNSHINE

CATCH THE BLACK SUNSHINE (a.k.a. Black Rage a.k.a. Black Sunshine a.k.a. Sunshine Run) 1972, director: Chris Robinson, starring: Chris Robinson, Anthony Scott, Ted “Lurch” Cassidy

For longer than I can remember, as I’d aimlessly wander the aisles of video stores, this movie would magically appear before me – as if placed there by the unholy demons of VHS. With some guy who looks a lot like Stepin’ Fetchit on steroids glaring at me on the box, the movie seemed to be calling out, “Rent me, motherfucker. I dare you – rent me.” And I resisted, because while I’ve always had difficulty knowing who to date, I’ve prided myself on having the sense to avoid movies with Stepin’ Fetchit-on-steroids lookin’ dudes on the box art (even though chances are good that the dude in question isn’t even in the movie). But sometimes, even as it is with dating, when you have a lapse in better judgment and end up going out with someone destined to boil a rabbit on your stove, I caved in and rented BLACK RAGE. And while it wasn’t my greatest mistake of all time, I can honestly say that my life, in no way, was enriched by the experience.

Set in 1859, the film centers on brothers Sunshine (Robinson) and Levi (Scott), two slaves brutalized by their master (Cassidy) and his sadistic overseer. Sunshine and Levi find a map to a treasure and escape a life of forced servitude with hopes of finding the booty, while Lurch and his posse of evil ofays give pursuit. Now before I go any further into the plot, let me point out that writer, director, and producer Robinson stars as Sunshine, who happens to a Black albino. Never mind the fact that Robinson is a white guy who looks about as much like a Negro albino as I look like legendary topless model Chesty Morgan’s 73-inch bustline (sure, I can be a boob…but I don’t look like those boobies). Anyway, Robinson stars as an albino slave who…wait…nothing more needs to be said about this movie, because the fact that the star (and writer/director) is a white man with bleach-blonde hair, pretending to be an albino Black man, says it all. Seriously, this movie takes blackface to an all new level by eliminating the actual blackface and turning it into some kind experimental exercise in who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you’re-fooling. There’s no need to mention the fact that Ted “Lurch” Cassidy co-stars as the evil slave-owner, or that Robinson’s wife co-stars as his love interest, or that Mel “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me” Carter sings the title track, or that everything about this garbage is inept.

For those with too much going on in their lives to remember, Robinson had an impressive acting career, with a long list of film and television credits, including a lead role in the 1960s TV series 12 O’CLOCK HIGH, as well as significant runs on soap operas GENERAL HOSPITAL and THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL. But when it comes to writing, producing, and directing – not to mention playing albino Negroes – Robinson is out of his element (unless his element is of a fecal nature). Anthony Scott, the actor who plays Levi, is a bit of a mystery, with this being his only work as an “actor.” Scott looks less like Stepin’ Fetchit than the guy on the video box, and more like the supremely badass actor Ji-Tu Cumbuka. By most measures, Scott would be considered a bit on the talent-challenged side, but when compared to everything else about CATCH THE BLACK SUNSHINE, Scott is practically channeling the spirit of Paul Robeson…but since Robeson didn’t die until 1976, it’s a safe bet to say his spirit/ghost/soul was nowhere near this movie, nor inhabiting the body of Anthony Scott. And since Ed Wood didn’t die until 1978, any rumors of his angry spirit haunting the set of this movie are baseless at best. 

CATCH THE BLACK SUNSHINE, which sounds like some made-up lingo for scoring heroine – “Say, man, I need to catch me some of the black sunshine” – was independently produced by Robinson, who financed the film with money he suckered out of a bunch of people in Florida. Coming along fairly early in the blaxploitation cycle, the movie has an earnest ineptitude that makes it seem like Robinson and his partners in crime were desperately trying to make a sincere statement about brotherhood and tolerance, while taking inspiration from the LITTLE RASCALS. In fact, I’m pretty sure there’s an old LITTLE RASCALS short with the exact same plot as CATCH THE BLACK SUNSHINE, only the acting and production values in Robinson’s movie falls woefully short. 

*this review of CATCH THE BLACK SUNSHINE appears in my book, BadAzz MoFo 25th Anniversary Compendium and Toilet Reader…which you can purchase as a PDF from my store.