Chaotic Korean swordplay epic, the first of its kind, utilising the skill of Hong Kong choreographers in a clash of cultural talent. Bichunmoo was credited for reviving populist interest in Korean film making, but many other productions of the same period are considerably better (cop thriller Shiri being a prime example). Despite the length, first time director Kim Young-jun still crams far too much information into his film. It confuses more than it shimmers – a stark contrast to what the hype would have you believe.

The tale of a lone swordsman seeking revenge for his murdered family and lost lover is familiar territory – the emotional outbursts and flailing performances barely worthy to kiss Ang Lee’s boots. The action spins and somersaults with tremendous velocity, pointlessly at times, with an obvious sense of style over substance. Our hero can shake a sturdy sword, even whip the wind into a mad frenzy making his adversaries explode into clouds of dust, but you will find it hard to be won over by the film’s pretentiousness.

AKA: Flying Warriors; Out Live