Streaming services try to offer these films, but they are always the wrong version. The English dub is the only audio option. The aspect ratio is cropped to widescreen, cutting off the slapstick framing. Or worse—the film is missing the final five minutes because of a licensing error. The digital version is a ghost. The DVD is the soul.
The collection isn't neat. It isn't alphabetical. The cases are cracked, and the paper inserts are fading. But it is a fortress of stupidity, a monument to the rule that if you are going to fall down, fall down a thousand flights of stairs, bounce off two trucks, and land in a vat of acid. And then get up and ask for more. stephen chow dvd collection
Scattered in the gaps are the older ones: Justice, My Foot! (a thin, budget case), Love on Delivery (the one where he pretends to be Bruce Lee), and the battered VCD-to-DVD transfer of The Magnificent Scoundrels . These are the deep cuts. The films where the comedy is raw, the dubbing is out of sync, and the plot falls apart in the third act. These are the films you show to a first-timer to see if they "get it." Most don't. Streaming services try to offer these films, but