It feels like five movies have been fused together with reams of mystical gibberish for this bloated martial arts monster from legendary Hong Kong stunt co-ordinator Yuen Woo-ping. His film boasts some stunning fight sequences but suffers from a severe lack of purpose. Film one sees Vincent Zhao as the honourable General Su who is hoodwinked by his evil foster brother then left for dead. Film two sees Michelle Yeoh wander in as a rural herbalist, cure Su, then leave again. Film three is in 3D, and sees Su battling against the God of Wushu, who looks like a contortionist version of Colonel Gaddafi. Film four sees Su taking bloody revenge on his brother. And film five sees Su as a nomadic drunk, who finds himself in a death match against a team of Russian wrestlers managed by the late David Carradine. And then it stops.