A gonzo high point of the Hong Kong gangster genre. A gang of good bad guys joins forces with a gang of bad bad guys. The bad bad guys betray the good bad guys and the spiral of revenge kicks off. Oh, and the leader of the bad bad guys (Simon Yam) openly and lasciviously fancies the pants off the leader of the good bad guys (Chow Yn Fat).
In the late eighties and early nineties, the better directors of Hong Kong action movies began to be feted internationally. The likes of John Woo and this film's director, Ringo Lam, suddenly found themselves lauded as pulp visionaries and, for a brief time, because their films made money, were allowed to make whatever the heck they liked.
"Full Contact" really is some kind of apotheosis of the Asian gangster movie. All the "types" are here: the murderous nymphomaniac; the homicidal brute; the gay psycho; the gangster who's only doing it to pay for his mother's funeral; the killer with a conscience; the "good" girl. The film knowingly and mischievously plays with these staples of the genre. It offers everything a (ahem) straight action movie would: the vicarious enjoyment of mayhem and lawlessness; a good wallow in a demented teenager's idea of "cool". But it also rips open these elements and reveals the sometimes downright crazy impulses actually motivating them. Alas, the movie wasn't really a success, and these days Ringo Lam is better known for making straight-to-DVD Jean Claude Van Damme no-brainers.
Although made in 1992, this is a two-headed mutant of an eighties movie, as if made by a giddy kid out of his mind on Duran Duran videos and Buckfast Tonic Wine; someone to whom Russell Mulcahy is some kind of deity. There's nothing quite like it.