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                        Review 
                           
                          by Kozo:  | 
                         
                           Everything old is new 
                            again with Contract Lover, a messy, formulaic, 
                            and ultimately tolerable comedy from veteran director 
                            Alfred Cheung. Richie Ren stars as Fat, an investment 
                            banker in Beijing with an exceptionally progressive 
                            girlfriend. Kate Tsui is his girlfriend Rachael, who's 
                            headstrong, career-minded, and not averse to casual 
                            sex or *gasp* pole dancing as a form of recreation. 
                            Fat wants to marry her, but he's afraid that his conservative 
                            pop, Master Fok (Yuen Wah), will say no. How will 
                            Fat convince his parents to let him marry Rachael? 
                          The answer: cheat. Fat 
                            and Rachael scheme to fool Master Fok by employing 
                            a fake girlfriend as a decoy, letting her draw all 
                            the parental ire so that Rachael can swoop in and 
                            win by default. Their choice for a decoy is the unemployed 
                            Joe (Fan Bing-Bing), a gorgeous gal who only looks 
                            frumpy because the filmmakers dress her in glasses 
                            and loose, unflattering sweaters. At first Joe appears 
                            to out of contention for fake girlfriend duty, but 
                            before long she's involved in a training montage, 
                            complete with beauty sessions and pole dancing lessons, 
                            the goal being to become even more progressive and 
                            forceful than Rachael, such that Rachael will appear 
                            quite tame by comparison. 
                          Does the plan work? 
                            Honestly, who cares? We could pretend that there's 
                            a plot or story to be concerned with in Contract 
                              Lover, but we'd be kidding ourselves. Unsurprisingly, 
                            actual narrative suspense is not on offer here. This 
                            is a throwback comedy in that it makes no attempt 
                            at cleverness and seems hastily slapped together with 
                            only the requisite plot devices and barest of situations 
                            from which to wring hopeful comedy gold. Alfred Cheung 
                            does wring some amusement from his flimsy premise, 
                            but the hit-to-miss comedy ratio is probably 1:4, 
                            if not something worse. Really, this is tired, unoriginal 
                            stuff that requires the help of its cast and some 
                            audience goodwill to bring it above a low C grade. 
                            That's the big question here: can Alfred Cheung pull 
                            this patchwork film together such that audiences will 
                            feel a bit more charitable towards its unnecessary 
                            existence? 
                          Well, Cheung partially 
                            succeeds, though the target was already low to begin 
                            with. Contract Lover is an average, low budget 
                            Chinese comedy, meaning it's crass, sloppy, and only 
                            occasionally funny. There's some decent situation 
                            stuff here, mostly involving Jo's attempts at shocking 
                            the locals with her progressive western ways. What 
                            this means is we get such questionably funny sights 
                            as the locals trying out pole dancing, or Fat's mom 
                            attempting to seduce Master Fok with some new lingerie. 
                            Joe's attempts at chicanery are largely unsuccessful, 
                            partly because Fan Bing-Bing doesn't convince as a 
                            selfish viper, but mostly because all the characters 
                            in the film are much nicer than advertised. Fat's 
                            mom is actually quite progressive, and Master Fok 
                            forgives Joe so many times that it's obvious that 
                            Fat's plan will never work. Basically, everything 
                            is manipulated such that the film's premise can be 
                            stretched out to over ninety minutes. The filmmakers 
                            achieve that goal, but the stretch marks do show. 
                           Where the film does really 
                            pick up is with its unintentional humor, which elicits 
                            plenty of laughs or groans, depending on your tolerance 
                            and/or charity towards cheap Chinese comedy. One large 
                            joke involves Master Fok's rivalry with another martial 
                            arts school. You see, Fok is a descendant of Fok Yuen-Gap 
                            (or Huo Yuanjia, that guy from Fearless), and 
                            is due to have a big tournament with the descendants 
                            of Wong Fei-Hung. Six degrees of Jet Li aside, what's 
                            funny here is that Fok's main fighter gets injured 
                            and the replacement is Alex (Ian Powers), Joe's best 
                            buddy and the most amusing gay martial artist ever. 
                            Alex causes minor strife when he charms Fat's sister, 
                            which sends Fok's main martial arts fighter into a 
                            jealous rage. That means we get a perfunctory fight 
                            sequence that culminates in a hilariously bizarre 
                            homoerotic embrace. Powers overdoes his cartoonish 
                            role, but his gusto actually makes the film slightly 
                            more enjoyable. It's not quality stuff, but at least 
                            there are laughs on offer. 
                           Does it save the whole 
                            film? Hardly. Stuff like Contract Lover is 
                            difficult to even evaluate because it's so ill-conceived 
                            and crass that one should basically knock the very 
                            institution that spawned it: quickie commercial cinema 
                            where quality was never intended at all. Mainland 
                            audiences - who are the target for this trifle - will 
                            likely find this to be a suitably lame time killer, 
                            so who are we to tell them that they're wrong? Fans 
                            of Fan Bing-Bing and Richie Ren will probably be charmed 
                            by the fact that the actors are game for these silly 
                            shenanigans, and will also forgive that the attempts 
                            at actual emotion are so flaccid that the filmmakers 
                            resort to a climactic flashback montage to remind 
                            audiences that the two characters may have shared 
                            a moment of connection sometime in the previous ninety 
                            minutes. Honestly, I didn't buy it, and most audiences 
                            probably won't either. Then again, the hope of quality 
                            is not why anyone would see Contract Lover. 
                            Keep that in mind when you tune in, and who knows, 
                            you might still be amused. However, it could be for 
                            entirely the wrong reasons. (Kozo 2007)  | 
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