Directed by filmic madman (even by HK standards) Wong Jing, NLOS is a quintessential Hong Kong martial arts extravaganza. Jet is a stoic and peaceful Shaolin master who, despite his passive nature, is constantly forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat. His entire clan wiped out by a tyrannical baddie, Jet manages to save his infant son and vanquish his foe (aforementioned baby strapped to his back all the while). A man with no family and no land, Jet travels the countryside for years, training his son (the phenomenal Tse Miu, a ten year old kid who could kick the crap out of Mike Tyson) in the ways of Shaolin. In a typically twisting plot that swings wildly from comedy to action to tragedy and back again, Li must join forces with a mother/daughter scam artist team to defeat the resurrected bad guy (you see, he was almost dead but he took a healing potion that turned him into a scarred, poison-spewing demon/man with ten times the strength of a mortal . . . This is the kind of thing I'm talking about when I say HK films are "foreign"). Several jaw-droppingly spectacular fight sequences later, you turn off the VCR, heart pounding like you just got off of a rollercoaster, and say "Holy cow. That was the most insane, exhilarating cinematic experience I've ever had. Please give me more."