I can't say that "Rabid" is a great movie. If anything, I thought it was rather crude and shallow despite Cronenbergs attempts at sexually charged symbolism and social commentary. Yet I was also taken aback by the ambition and creativity, even though I should be used to this from Cronenberg by now.
"Hausu" is a fascinating experience because it's one psychedelic visual following another, some shots being alluring while others are haunting. It's corny, campy and kind of creepy, but you have to accept its avant-garde approach in order to appreciate it.
If you can accept the occasional tone whiplash (graphic rape), or at least endure it, then you will find “The Iron Fisted Monk” to be kung fu gold. It has a cast of colorful characters, lots of superb action and a sophisticated prowess which you don’t see accompany these kinds of movies very often.
When it comes to determining what makes a great film, I have two standards of quality. The movie must contain either fire breathing, mutant, killer zombie sushi OR statues impregnating women the old fashioned way. Since “General Stone” contains the latter, that automatically makes it one of the finest kung fu films of all time.
What's so bizarre about “Death Bed”- besides the fact that it's about a killer bed- is it seems to think it's "art". One gets the impression that the director probably had aspirations to become the next Fellini, but the only work he could find was some grindhouse fodder about an evil bed.
By the time an assassin -who was dressed like he had just come back from Disney Land- showed up to challenge our hero, I nodded my head in appreciation and admitted that while I did not understand the story, I didn't need too. I was having fun regardless of that.