I haven’t even seen The Butcher, The Chef and The Swordsman and I’m already hungry.
And I can tell I’m going to be even hungrier after seeing the movie. I’ve been here before, driven to my favorite restaurants for char siu bao, shredded duck soup or scallops and ho fan with black bean sauce first by double bills at the old Golden Classics (now the new Toronto Underground Cinema), then after Kung Fu Fridays and now by 2am cravings after Midnight Madness or cruelly delicious daytime TIFF flicks like Johnnie To‘s Vengeance, Mad Detective and Exiled. (Oh, Johnnie To, why are your films so filled with cool guys cooking such yumminess?)
Whether it’s the feast the Triad brothers share in Johnnie To’s The Mission (Midnight Madness, 2000) or the chopstick battle over the perfect chicken leg in Yuen Woo-Ping’s Iron Monkey, Chinese genre movies mix two of my favorite things: violence and food.
Just writing this is making me hungry. I’m not even sure that watching The Untold Story: Human Meat Roast Pork Buns could put me off pork buns right now.