Iron Monkey, nominally based in part on the early years of Wong Fei-Hung (or so we're told, successfully meets all escapist needs. Nearly every face among the actors is a familiar one. Normally, so much wirework is not a favorite feature, but the choreography is truly beautiful. It's been reedited and new sound furnished. At points the practiced viewer can tell where changes were made, even without having seen the unaltered version. It seemed peculiar to have no Chinese characters accompanying the subtitles. A father had brought a couple of his kids, along with a couple of tagalongs and they were all enjoying the movie to the max. What a wonderful entertainment--thank you Quentin Tarantino! Apparently the reviewers agreed.