Ho-Sung Pak is a pretty neat guy. With credits that include fighting Jackie Chan in DRUNKEN MASTER II, playing a Ninja Turtle (twice), and portraying the lead character in the original MORTAL KOMBAT games, you'd wonder why he never became a recognized action hero in the vein of Don Wilson or Phillip Rhee. The answer is that when left to his own devices, Pak's output is boring, as best expressed by BOOK OF SWORDS - a film so inherently lackluster that it collected dust for almost a decade after it was made before receiving distribution, and then only via overseas outlets. Trust me, there's a reason this one never saw a North American release.
The story: Policeman Lang (Pak) attempts to avenge the murder of his brother at the hands of a vicious crime syndicate, unaware that he's about to become the key player in the reckoning days of an age-old prophecy...
God, what a good cast this movie squandered... Along with Pak, the film is practically a reunion of MORTAL KOMBAT performers, including Richard "Kano" Divizio, Dan "Johnny Cage" Pesina, and Katalin "Mileena" Zamiar, along with Kevin Christie, good ol' Taimak, and Pak's own brother and fellow WMAC MASTERS alumnus Ho-Young as part of the ensemble. Needless to say, I expected a lot from this unique fighting cast, but was disappointed terribly by their collective misuse and underutilization. There's more hand-to-hand action in here than in Pak's future starring picture, but next to none of it is very good. The choreography is decent at best but the camera-work is awful - fighters are rarely filmed below the waist - and a decisive lack of sound effects makes the fights feel like homemade efforts. Only two of the brawls are any good at all (i.e. the last two encounters) and none of them feature any recurring fighters other than Ho-Sung.
The beginning of the movie teases some intrigue about this ancient prophecy with some deep voiceovers and fantasy illustrations, but the ensuing storyline focuses so much on the basic revenge plot that when something supernatural does actually happen, it's a shock. Long stretches without dialogue or action are just as tiresome as boring conversations about Lang's relationship woes or expositional monologues about the prophecy. Scenes that should have been filled with tension - like when officers Pak and Taimak investigate an undercover drug deal - just don't pull off the suspense, mainly because none of the characters have been written well enough for you to care about what happens to them. Additionally, none of the performers can act worth beans, with Kevin Christie's performance as a crazy main henchman being the absolute worst.
The fact that the MORTAL KOMBAT-affiliated performers pay homage to their video game personas through appearance and fighting style is pretty neat. In a pinch, you could even consider this film an alternate universe to the MK world; it's just too bad that it's not a cooler one. I really can't recommend this movie to anyone, since it neither fulfills the obligations of a good martial arts flick nor is so bad that it's worth watching for comedic value. Condensed, BOOK OF SWORDS is a slow, dark, humorless kung fu film that feels like it has no idea of the potential greatness its cast and independent nature affords it. Don't bother hunting it down like I did.
