The primary purpose of this film seems to be to show as many close-ups as possible of guys with greasy mustaches chewing up food and spitting the masticated goo back up onto a leaf or a nude woman. Seriously, why does so much of Asian black magic as portrayed in film revolve around chewing stuff up an spitting it back out? And man, they'll chew anything up. Snakes, rice, grubs, gall bladders -- actually, now that I think about it, that's a pretty standard Chinese menu, isn't it? Just through in some duck tongues and Remy Martin, and you're ready fora banquet. But anyway, these wizards who spend all day chewing up chicken testicles and monkey blood and spitting it on stuff should learn the value of just waving a stick over a top hat and shouting, "Alakazam!"

So this is one of those "Hong Kong guy goes to crazy-ass ol' superstitious south Asia and gets caught up in black magic" movies that were so popular in the 70s and 80s but seem to have died off almost entirely post-handover, when the HK film industry lost its nerve for producing the most tastelessly and bizarrely sleazy films in the world. In this case, it's a kickboxer who has to fight Bolo Yeung in a tournament, since everyone has to fight Bolo Yeung at some point in their lives. Rest assured that some day, even if your background is in IT support, you're going to wake up, walk to the front door, and there will be Bolo, waiting for you and doing that thing where he bugs out his eyes, points at you, then does the "hand across the throat" sign for "you're dead!" But don't worry, because when your supervisor asks you why you're so late and you say, "Aww, Bolo Yeung challenged me to a kumute this morning," the supervisor will just nod and agree that fighting Bolo in a kumute is pretty much like jury duty. Everyone gets stuck doing it at some point.

Anyway, when this guy isn't fighting Bolo, he's busy being a part of the most disgusting sorcery battle ever. Everyone puke sup everything, including live eels. A group of wizards chew up bugs or something and spit them all the maggot-filled corpse of a witch they just pulled out of a crocodile's stomach. Guys turn all oatmealish and have huge pulsating pustules all over their bodies. Eventually, the parade of grotesque gore effects becomes so outlandish and bizarre that I completely forgot what the plot of the movie was, though I do remember a battle between a glowing Bodhisattva and a naked woman, or something like that. And was it just me, or was that actor actually sucking on a real chicken's anus???

Seriously, I don't say this lightly: this is a fucked up film. Completely disgusting and sleazy, and it has absolutely no interest in grounding itself in any sort of logic known to man. It's a surreal parade of stomach-turning rituals and effects that manage to be both sick and hilariously crude. I didn't even get to the strange little bat skeleton creature that parades around, but whatever. If I was to catalog all the mind-bending strangeness this film has packed into 90 minutes, we'd be here all day. So if you love gross out effects -- and I mean really gross, like sucking chicken anus gross -- and completely freakish esoteric rites and rituals, or if you just like watching guys punch Bolo Yeung before battling naked witches and puking up eels, then oddly enough, this is the exactly the film you wanted.