Reviewed by: ewaffle Date: 04/18/2008 Summary: Ghastly I picked up “My Wife Can Fight” because of its stellar topliners—Jade Leung and Teresa Mak and, to some extent, its intriguing title. Don’t make the same mistake—it is an execrable movie that is dull, incompetently made and lacking any of the characteristics of a successful film other than its cast. There is no reasons to see this tired, completely unnecessary attempt to capitalize (a couple of years too late) on the South Korean “My Wife is a Gangster” trilogy that has little suspense, lame action scenes, no wit and nothing really to hold a viewers attention. There are all the hallmarks of a direct to video quicky—it looks tacky, has clumsy (probably under-rehearsed) stunts and generic looking sets including one set of alleyways through which some thugs chase Jade Leung on bicycles. It is obvious after a few seconds that they are simply going around and around the same building. Jade Leung plays Mrs. Chan, also called in the subtitles “Boss’s wife”. She is married to Wayne Lai, a restaurateur who spends most of his time hanging around with his wife’s cousin played by Teresa Mak who runs a commercial fish shop. Mrs. Chan is as tough as Jet Li, has the business acumen of Warren Buffet and is one of the top chefs in China. She can walk into a chaotically disorganized kitchen and get things sorted out with the flick of and eyebrow. She is beautiful, unflaggingly loyal to her sad sack husband, respectful and supportive of her mother and generally perfect in every way. Naturally her husband is unhappy and suspicious of her, refusing to believe that she is being recruited by a mega-capitalist to run a string of restaurants throughout China but assuming that she is having an affair with the fat cat’s assistant. He is supported in this idiocy by his two buddies, possibly the only characters in the film dumber than he is. Since he has the perfect wife Chan is naturally ready to cheat on her with the first beautiful, large bosomed woman in a low cut dress who happens by—which she does in the form of Angel, sent by the big man’s surly and untalented nephew to break up Chan’s family. There is more to the story but nothing interesting, not that anything has been so far. It is possible to have a few stars, some competent actors and little budget for anything else and still produce a film that is at least watchable although it is beyond the abilities of writer Benny Tam Wai-Shing and director Manny Luk Maan-Lee, neither of whom has worked much recently. But Tam is unable to write a believable scene, let alone string a few of them together and Luk has trouble framing even the simplest sequences. Avoid this turkey.