Jet Li's most ill-advised project, this modern take on Wong Fei-Hong substitutes San Francisco for Canton and bad stuff for everything else. Li is a student of master Yuen Wah, who runs a herbal medicine shop in San Francisco called Po Chi Lam (Just like Wong Fei-Hong, get it?). Jet arrives in the US to visit his master, but runs into trouble. It seems that some of his master's American students want to use their new kung-fu skills for personal gain. To teach them their place, Jet does the obvious: he beats them up soundly.

Aside from the world-class boring plotline, the movie wastes just about every other resource it has. The fighting itself is decent, but the acting is terrible, the script shoddy, and the technical gaffes near-unforgiveable. In one dolly zoom, the camera zooms back to reveal...the dolly track! Furthermore the character depictions are obscenely ill-advised, and the comedy is just plain annoying. Why Jet Li and Tsui Hark chose to do this film after all their fine Hong Kong work is a mystery that cannot be easily explained. (Kozo 1999)