Nothing beats a good 90’s Asian gorific fest with subtitles and goofy policemen! However, in this instance…I should have settled for just the goofiness.

There is so much incredible potential that launches from the start. Kids teasing each other, parents spitefully claiming the biggest bully is “not right in the head” and we are left wondering exactly what the breaking point for a full-on blood bath of psychotic carnage will be.  

Lam Gor-Yu is a quiet, subdued, and off-putting young man who lives his life in solitude despite the fact that he resides with parents, a brother, a sister and his niece. Pretending that no one knows what Lam is up to daily is an understatement.  

When images of his disturbing artwork are reported through a photo tech, the police jump on the photographer and try to uncover the story behind the horrendous pictures. As they are met with complete silence throughout some excessive and violent beatings, the cops resort to picking up Lam’s family to entice his confession to various murders.  

The above-mentioned bumbling idiots that make up the police department are almost as distressing as Lam’s father who interprets his son’s activities as nothing of concern. Not until he is forced to see what was done to his granddaughter (Lam’s niece) does the entire family unite in the conviction of their depraved relative.  

Except for Lam’s flashbacks and re-enactments of his recent slaughters, he maintains composure for most of his interrogation.  Unfortunately, after the sails are raised, the wind escapes, and we are left with simply an insane taxi driver in Hong Kong whose rage explodes into animalistic brutality during rainstorms, always focused on attractive women who got into the wrong cab. Too bad Uber didn’t exist back then.