His films are primarily made to thrill and entertain. With his erect posture, powerful build and frowning expression, he exerts an intimidating screen presence. Like a tornado sweeping across the torrid zone, he leaves the bad guys annihilated and in brief, hard-trimmed action scenes, he despatches villain after villain with either a bullet to the head, a chop to the throat, a thrust with a knife or a kick to the face. In this film at least, he also manages to be mildly humorous and even self-deprecating in his portrayal of a bead-wearing Buddhist cop. This is the first film in which he actually draws blood during a conflict with a bad guy. The action scenes are supreme. The dialogue is post-Tarantino tart and the film, as a whole, is wonderfully self-mocking.